Regular Show Benson's Suit Novels & Stories

June did not take the silver box. She backed away from the door. Her heels clicked on the wood floor of the apartment. The little girl in the dress stood still. Her smile did not move. Her eyes did not blink. She held the box out in the hallway. The ceiling light seemed to bend around her body. It was as if she were not really there. "June, who is at the door?" Bensons voice came from behind her. June turned around. Benson was standing there. He looked healthy and strong. He wore a doctors coat over a nice suit. He looked like the man June had always dreamed he would be. He was successful, safe and happy.

"That a compliment or a warning?" "Both," he smirked. There was a knock on the suite door. Simon opened it to reveal Benson in a tailored charcoal suit and Penelope beside him in a slinky emerald green dress, bold as ever. "Look at this domestic dream," Penelope teased, walking past Simon and eyeing Gemini. "Okay, we’re going to be the best-looking group in the restaurant, obviously." "Not even a contest," Benson added, giving Simon a one-armed hug before ruffling Vita’s hair.

Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach. His comment makes me smile. “No trainer principal. Just the pair of us. She trains like her life depends on it. The woman simply isn’t human.” Benson chokes on the water he is drinking. Oh god, he is going to die today. At least this time it won’t be my fault. I pat his back, trying to dislodge anything else he put in his mouth. “I think that’s everything for today, Miss Kingsley. You can go.” “Yes sir,” I said as I took one last look at Benson.

The next morning, Benson, the real estate agent, woke up. After he washed up, he entered his dining room in loose pajamas. His maid had already prepared breakfast for him. There was bread, milk, and a boiled egg. Benson ate the bread and drank the milk, enjoying them very much. Ever since he cured the Heart Eater poison in his body, he had felt more relaxed as if he had regained his youth. Free days where he was not controlled by others were truly comfortable.

Benson said that, but in fact, he was still unconfident. Everyone knew that Jessica had Mr. Maddox’s backing. At this point, Mary's assistant suddenly muttered inappropriately, "But...hasn't Jessica already gotten rid of the scandals?" Benson glared at the assistant and said sarcastically, "Even if Jessica did get Diomastre's resources, it's never because she got rid of the scandals!" After saying that, he looked at Mary and asked, "Mary, why do you keep silent?"

He nodded his head and left. I put on a pair of silver heels before applying some perfume, grabbing my purse and heading down the stairs, my heels echoing as I walked. Desmond stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a dark suit that looked like it had been tailored just for him. He looked effortlessly handsome, and I’m talking eccentric rogue beauty here. If I did not look as good as I did, I would be fuming with jealousy. His eyes locked onto me the second I came into view.

the henchmen took out a shovel and hacked off juices exposed hand"proof for the boss that we did the job" "great thinking Murphy the boss will like that"the second henchman praised the first by clapping him upon the shoulder. " such a waste the reporter would have been..( crude descriptions of sexual acts) I felt bile rise up at their descriptions . the second henchman laughs " the boss himself wants to silence that one but that bi*ch sin wanted to off her himself ..Lucky bas*ard" as the started shoveling dirt upon the mound. I covered my mouth trying to muffled my harsh breaths from bein heard

Shock all over her face. I stopped in front of Ryan. He looked wrecked—pale lips, eyes full of fear. I tossed him the tablet. "Go. Grab everything from my locker—the HOMEMADE TOYS you trashed. Now." Calm voice. No room to argue. "Y-Yes, sir." He bolted, like a kicked dog. I stripped off my uniform and stepped into the heavy bomb suit, locking the helmet in place. Fully geared, I walked toward the device.

"Without the Studio your brains will get all messed up. You will never wake up again ever." Maya looked over at Benson. "Do you trust me Benson?" she asked him. Benson looked around at all the screens that were falling then he looked at the man in the suit. Finally he looked at Maya. He. The blue color in his eyes went back to being a soft brown color like a regular persons eyes. "Always my doctor " he said to Maya. Maya took the needle and she pushed it into the glowing wires. The Quiet Room ZZZZZT-POP.

[Lincoln] "What do you mean, your wife's company?" Jordan chokes out, wide-eyed, while Benson remains shell-shocked. The conference room is bathed in soft, natural light from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me. Outside, the San Diego skyline stretches in the distance, and the faint hum of the city filters through. The room smells faintly of polished wood and coffee, Benson’s half-empty cup sitting on the table. Both men are dressed in their typical boardroom attire—tailored dark suits and crisp white shirts. Jordan’s blue tie is loosened slightly, a rebellious contrast to Benson’s always-perfect Windsor knot.