Novel & Cerita Ishowspeed X Ben

We took a booth in the back and ordered a pitcher of Guin- ness, talking about Ben. How quiet he was and how hard it was to tell what he was thinking. His hooded eyes that could look seductive and merciless at the same time. How he drove too fast, how he wasn’t as good a guitar player as he thought. And finally, the way he grunted when he was thrusting really hard and fast.

The ghost Clark said when he noticed Sashi's reaction while staring at Timothy. "Shut up, it's just he is like a God. He looks so fine." Sashi whispered because she is scared that they might hear her. "So this is your friend, Ben? Are you sure that she is just your friend, huh? She looks pretty." Timothy said while smirking. "Oh my God couz. I don't want to be a battered husband." Ben laughed mockingly. "Ah eh, no Sir. I like someone else and Ben is not my type. He also don't like pretty girls, he likes average. He doesn't deserve me." Sashi said, bragging while smirking.

’ Ben looked steadily at his friend, ‘We persuade her to stay here’ He grinned and the icy coldness left his blue eyes to be replaced by a warmth that took years off him. Ben was a very good looking young man, he had dark blonde hair and those amazing blue eyes that could turn to ice when he chose. He was only 24 but had been in the Israeli Special forces since he was sixteen. He had risen through the ranks rapidly, a natural leader he had acquitted himself in the field time and again. He had earned his countries highest honours by the time was 21 and retired from the service at the age of 22 after taking the full force of a bomb to save his men. He had nearly died but thanks to medical sci

She clearly wants to get off the subject herself. “So. What do you guys do for a living?” Ben glares at me, then takes a slug of whiskey. “I make paper,” he begins. As he’s explaining about his paper company, I sip my tepid coffee, trembling a little. I can’t believe my stupid white lie came out. But neither can I believe how seriously Ben is taking it. For God’s sake. Who cares who nursed whom? I’m so distracted, I tune right out of the conversation, then wake up when I hear the words “move abroad” from Ben. Is he talking about France?

Xavier curled his lips in a sneer, "Are you saying my words are nonsense? I told you not to come, but you insisted. What, are you afraid my dad will ask? You can't wait to report my whereabouts to him in detail?" Mr. Ben’s face turned pale as he lowered his head deeply, bending his back like a shrimp. "Sir, you’ve misunderstood me. I just care about your health and specially came to visit." Xavier glanced at the fruit basket on the bedside cabinet, his tone neutral, "Visit?! Thanks a lot! How did you know I needed this fruit?" "Uh..." Mr. Ben nervously wiped the sweat from his brow. "I came in a hurry, and the things I brought are indeed a bit humble. Next time, I’ll definitely…"

Christopher pointed at him. “Tsk tsk I don’t even know what help I am about to render. I am only teaching you a simple courtesy. You should serve a guest before choking he or she with your demands and troubles.” Benjamin said. “This is —“ Benjamin cuts in. “You need to be fast because I don’t want to turn up late for a shoot.” He glanced down at his wrist watch with a feigned serious look on his face. “At your service, majesty.” Christopher gave him a mock bow before walking away into the kitchen.

“ I think you should take your leave now mr Ben . “ said mr Frenk . Damian and Derrick smirked in a pleased way as mr Ben was clearly burning in anger . “ ……but mr Frenk , the datas are clearly……… “ said mr Ben with a nervous smile trying to talk with him . “ I said , you should take your leave . If you don’t , I think we will have to reconsider our other corporations together . “ said mr Ben . “ As sir Damian’s assistant , I shall escort you properly , mr Ben . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ You !!! “ said mr Ben annoyed . “ My assistant is being so nice despite your unruly behaviour mr Ben . You should appreciate it since it’s my assistant . “ said sir Damian with a smirk . “ Please , mr

In that split second, Ben pushed his speed ability to the limit. He didn't hesitate. He lunged forward and threw himself onto the plank. Whoosh! The modified vehicle roared over him at full speed. Behind him, June and the others froze in shock. Ben got lucky. The chassis sat just high enough. It skimmed right over his back. He lived. Crash! Before anyone could breathe again, the zombie with the torn throat slammed through the board. Half its head popped up like something burrowing out of the ground, jaws snapping open right in front of Ben.

“Ben is too modest. He finished high school in two and a half years, and is on track to be one of the fastest PhD candidates California has seen in years, human or werewolf.” Ben offers a self-deprecating smile and drinks his water. He doesn’t refuse what Lo says. “That is impressive,” I say, and genuinely mean it. “How old are you, anyway?” “Twenty-four.” “Wow.” I look to Kira who hasn’t spoken the entire time. I kick her again under the table and she scowls at me. “Isn’t that impressive, Kira?” “Who helps you do it?” Kira snaps. “I beg your pardon?”

Because here I am celebrating, and I didn’t even look to see how he did. “We’re going to get you there, Ben,” Rafe says as my eyes fly back to the board, where Ben is ranked at 100. “Four spots. That’s nothing.” “You really are getting faster, Ben,” I say, nodding to him encouragingly. “Don’t fuss over me,” Ben says, his face breaking into a smile as he waves a hand around at us. “I’m fine. Seriously, it’s fine, it’s way better than 119, where I was. So. Progress is a good thing.”