Novel & Cerita Female Ben 10

Moments later, she excused herself to go upstairs. I wandered around the living room, but I didn’t find any family picture. What happened to Ben’s dad? Or was he just a sperm donor? Blaine looked so young to have a four or five-year-old kid, but I had no doubt Ben was her own. He got her face nose and lips, but Ben had whiskey-colored eyes and hair was darker than Blaine’s. “Stay right here, buddy,” I told Ben who was playing a game on his iPad, and I left when he nodded.

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

"Just relax, Mom. You promised." Ben put his hand over his mom's hand as it rested on the touchpad and took over. He wanted to show her just so he could get his camera back. There may still be a chance to upload more videos if he only had his camera. "Ok. Here. See these categories? Scroll down and see how many videos there are for each." Tiffany withdrew her hand and let Ben do the clicking. He showed his mom all the categories of downloads available. Anal, BBW, Big cock, Big tits...he showed her all the categories.

Dana asked with a frown once Ben hung up. “Yes” Ben smiled mysteriously and took out his phone; He turned on selfie mode. “Look… Can’t you see?” Ben smiled into the camera and clicked as soon as Dana looked in the direction he was pointing with a puzzled smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Tarzann?” “Ooohhhh” Dana had a silly smile as she realized. Ben clicked again. “But isn’t Sonic your man? Do you not trust him?” “I do… but let’s see how convincing this make over really is?” Ben smirked.

Then Ben opened up the system info. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. : 2 HP. :80 Exp. :(0/400) Stats Strength :10 Agility. :10 Endurance. :10 Stamina. :10 Dexterity. :10 free stats :0 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(10

How I wish I was the one for him and this pack. Lowering my head, I pull back my hands from her. Gulping. “I…I really appreciate you thinking of me to be capable enough for this role Luna. But I don’t even have a scent. I am not deserving enough….” “Leo needs someone more beautiful, elegant and capable.Someone of his rank and status…some princess or Alpha’s daughter. Well I ….I am just me? A girl who is just his Beta who got the role because of her late father.”

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.

“But it also gets me out of trouble as well.” Grinning, Ben was starting to think that things in this territory weren’t going to be as boring as he feared. Already he was all but guaranteed a place in the Alpha’s daughter’s bed, but he even had a few potential sparing partners. The males following behind Chris looked to be nearly as strong as him, and the females following behind Misty were just as attractive and formidable as she. “Who was that girl standing behind you before,” Ben’s mouth asked before his brain could stop him.

Ben obviously prefers female subjects, and suggestively scantily clad ones at that. Not all of his photos are of women, but those that are show a specific type. There’s some variance, but most of his shots are of pale, long-haired brunette women with dark eyes. They’re often pretty tall, too, framed around trees or fences or cars that make judging their height pretty easy. Bigger on bottom and smaller on top— My heart slams into my throat. My stomach flips. I fit the description of the women Ben likes to photograph to a T. Like… like they are all based on me. Like this whole portfolio is a sign from Ryan that he hasn’t forgotten me.

[Name: Beenedict Stingerback] [Level 1] [Race: Blind Soldier bee] [Role: Attacker (combatant sub-role)] [Abyssal force: 40/40] [Attack: 12] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 10] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills]: (v) Poison sting Lv 1 (10 AF) (v) + Ability to produce poison and inject it in an objective with a stinger, fangs, or sharpened legs (25% chance of poisoning the target). Sharpen (5 AF) Lv 1 (v) + Empowers sharp limbs or stingers to deal more damage for [30 seconds] Pica Lv 1 (passive) (^) [Affinities]: None (select one on the troop management screen) The last one was Ben. She was like a baby rhino clad in full plate armor and six legs. Her eyes were almost non-existent, and her three