Novel & Cerita Ishowspeed X Ben

A round of applause erupted, breaking the tension momentarily. Noah raised an eyebrow and smirked toward Ben. “So, Ben, what’s your record? How many shots?” “Seven,” someone nearby answered before Ben could. Ben, however, simply placed his club down and turned to leave without a word. “Leaving already?” Noah taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little competition.” Ben paused, casting a calm glance over his shoulder. Noah smirked, confident and assured as he set up for his next shot. One by one, his strokes landed flawlessly. With each successful attempt, the crowd’s murmurs grew louder, anticipation mounting.

*Adrian* "Sir, we are here already," Ben said to me as he pulled over in front of my mansion. "Thanks so much for the ride, Ben; I really appreciate it," I said to him as I was about to get down from the car. "Don't mention it, sir, and as for the video, I'm going to do everything I can to take it down as soon as possible," Ben said to me. "Okay, no problem. Also, there are some things I would like you to look into for me, but we will discuss that tomorrow, okay?" I asked Ben, who nodded in reply.

“You were smarter than this.” Ben didn’t look back. “That’s the problem with smart people,” he said quietly. “They think everyone else should play fair.” He left, slamming the door behind him. ⸻ The safehouse was dark except for the rows of screens lining the wall. Kent leaned forward, his fists clenched, watching the feed from Cillian’s collar. The camera flickered slightly, distorted by the warehouse’s old wiring, but the sound still carried—the creak of Ben’s shoes, the tension in Benita’s voice.

He sighed despondently and went over to another booth close to Shan’s. Why does Ben always likes what he likes? And gets what he gets too? He watched as Ben talked to her with a smile on his face. “So, do you have plans this weekend? There’s this new movie that is out in the cinema and I wanted us to go there and watch it.” Ben smiled as he looked at Shan. Shan almost choked on her food. She stopped eating and coughed lightly. Ben quickly handed her water. Shan rolled her eyes and took hers instead and drank from it.

“What’s his name?” “Ben.” “Where did you meet?” “I don’t have to tell you that.” “What’s he like?” “Nothing like you.” “Why does that sound like an insult?” “Does it?” He comes to a stop in front of me and smirks. “I really missed you and your smart mouth.” I swallow, thrown off by his sudden proximity. “I gotta go.” “The show they are watching lasts forty-five minutes, you know.” “I’ll come get her.” He shrugs. “Okay.”

Naomi West ****** I drive Ben to the kindergarten. When we arrive there, I undo our seatbelts and let him outside. He’s in high spirits today, which is why I hate to break the news to him. “Hey, little demon,” I crouch down to his height and pull him closer. “Listen, the man whom you saw earlier–” “My daddy?” He asks lively. I nod unwillingly. “Ben, you remember I told you that your daddy is working somewhere far away?”

If he was not a bit more agile, he would have fallen to his death! Ben smiled looking at the display name “Baby” ignoring everyone in the room. He lifted his head and realized that he had three shocked faces staring at him. “Don’t show your faces till you have an explanation.” Ben changed back to his dark expression and waved his hand. They ran for their live. “Hello” Ben answered with a smile in his voice. “It’s me.” “I know.” “Are you busy?” “Not busy.” Shadow rolled his eyes. His boss was becoming more and more dishonest.

Ben asked, “What do you think about my idea?” “I didn’t do it because I can’t throw far.” “Well, then I’m gonna try and see what happens.” Ben climbed the ladder in the stockroom up to the roof hatch. He grabbed a handful of nuts and bolts to throw as far as he could. He tiptoed over to the edge of the roof and spotted the black sand monster. Counting to himself: One, two, three! Ben threw the nuts and bolts like a fastball. The monster undulated and crackled as it slithered faster than any snake could. Damnit! ‘That thing’s too fast’, he thought. Ben returned to the sales floor where Tommy and Paul were waiting.

Becky shouts. "It's me Ben"

Hillary I shifted the gear to park and then turned off the ignition. “How did I do?” I turn to Ben. “Great. You just need to be confident enough to drive faster so we don’t get to work an hour late,” Ben says to me, unbuckling his seatbelt. “An hour?!” I exclaim, checking my watch. Hyperbole. We are less than thirty minutes late for his first meeting. “Yikes! I’m sorry,” I apologize. I’m really enjoying driving a lot lately. Who knew I was going to love it so much?