Talking Ben X Speed Novels & Stories

It was at 140 km/h. Oh, mother of God. I lowered my voice and pleaded with him. "Benjamin, please, can you slow down. My teeth are about to rattle right out of my head." Through the rearview mirror, I saw the corner of Benjamin’s mouth twitch slightly. Then, he slowed down to 120 km/h and gradually down to 100 km/h.

The longer it takes, the more unbelievable Ben becomes. "How long?" I asked, a little louder as the motorcycle sped off after the traffic light turned green. The blowing wind disguised the sound of the conversation between us. "Three months. Gimme three months, and I will keep the promise." Ben had to lift his palm from the left handlebar just to be clear. "I'll try for less than that." "Stop here." I hit Ben on the back, forcing him to pull over. Without waiting for it to stop, I jumped down. "Anything can happen in three months, Ben!"

My heart had been galloping like Queen. “Got it.” Ben slipped the microphone in his pants’ pocket this time and flipped the box open. He looked up at me with a confident smile on his face. A smile that said, see? I know what I’m doing, dude. He cleared his throat like a grown man, making everyone laugh with amusement. “Um, you love Xandry, right, Mommy?”

he said and with that, he was out of sight speeding into the forest and disappearing into the darkness. Though the wolves weren't as fast as the vampires, the wolves still had unusual speeds compared to the humans. "Oh, wowwww, so they do that too" Ben muttered in shock. "That's so cool!" he exclaimed "nice name by the way" he shouted after Alfred as he walked off to join his team.

She then turned back, looking at Lucas this time. “Ready?” she took his hand into hers, their fingers criss-crossing. “Whenever you are,” Lucas said bravely, forcing his voice. “Oh, one more thing,” Natasha added, “you might wanna keep your head down.” Lucas stooped slightly, his head lowering to his chin. “Whiplash,” Natasha said, realizing suddenly what moving at sixteen times faster than the speed of sound might do to a non-speedster. Lucas held on tightly to Natasha's hand and she then looked ahead after which Sang engaged them in a bit of a countdown from five.

"No, I still want you here with me! Just if there was anything you wanted from it hopefully it will still be there. Do you know how to drive? What kind of car did James have?" "A BMW." she said relaxing a little. "Ugh. I'll be selling that immediately." Ben growled. "What you will do immediately is call Hannah!" Tina growled. "Sorry! Dialing." he said lifting his phone to his ear. "Administrator Cooper." she answered. "Hi Hannah! It's Ben." "You were supposed to call me this morning!" Hannah growled. "There's a lot of growling going on!" Ben replied. "Tina has reason to growl if you don't listen to her instructions!" Hannah complained.

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.

Jax whispers, still hovering above my lips. “I need something stronger,” I hear Ben grit out in the background, taring me out of my haze. All eyes in the room follow him. This time, he stays at the table, chugging down the whiskey as if it was water. Pouring one tumbler after the other. “Hey, go easy there. I know as a werewolf, we burn this shit down way better. But don’t you think you’re going a little too fast on that stuff?” Jax speaks up a little amused, oblivious to Ben’s mood.

"NATHAN, NO!" ​Ben’s head snapped to the side, but he barely stumbled. He wiped a small bead of blood off his bottom lip with the back of his hand, his eyes flashing with a dark, terrifying thrill. ​"My turn," Ben whispered. ​Before Nathan could recover his stance, Ben stepped in with terrifying speed and Manhattan-bred precision. ​Ben hooked a vicious, heavy left straight into Nathan’s ribs. A horrible, wet crunch echoed through the quiet kitchen, followed by a choked, breathless scream from Nathan. Nathan doubled over in sheer agony, but Ben wasn't finished.

Casper repeated unconvinced. "Some guy in a McLaren got in my way. I might have... clipped his car when I was passing." Casper's eyebrow rose slightly. "You were speeding." It wasn't a question, but an accusation because he knew the kind of person his grandson was. Benjamin swallowed uncomfortably. "I was late for a meeting and I… " "So you were speeding," Casper said again, interrupting whatever excuse he was about to say "And you hit another vehicle." "It was barely a tap!" Benjamin protested, his usual arrogance creeping back into his voice. "The idiot couldn't even handle it properly. He nearly crashed into the guardrail because he can't drive worth shit."