Talking Ben X Speed の小説・ストーリー

Oliver, who read the news from his cell phone screen, was shaken because Ben's action suddenly brought the car to a high speed. "Ben realize you're driving someone else right now!" Oliver raised his voice to stop Ben, who seemed to be in the circuit area and continued to slip the car in front of him. Ben realized that Oliver would be traumatized if the car was at an above-average speed, Ben lowered his speed and turned to his boss, who seemed to take several breaths and exhaled harshly. "I'm sorry, I forgot where you were." Ben felt guilty about what he had done. "Don't do it again." That was all Oliver could say because he was still in shock about it, his hand gulping down mineral water fro

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.

I asked xav "To stuff your grumbling stomach with food"he mocked. "And who says am hungry"I queried and just then my stomach choose that as time perfect time to let out a noise. Great!perfect timing. "That wasn't me"I defended. "Sure"he mocked and chuckled. "Xavier,can you just slow down a bit"I panicked,xavier was driving so fast,it had pass the level of a normal driving speed. "And why should I reduce the rate?"Xavier ask shrugging.

“I’ve got her.” Ben raised an eyebrow, his expression hard to read, but he said nothing. Instead, he seemed to grow more alert, his gaze scanning the area with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. “They’re close,” he muttered. “We need to move faster.” My legs were burning from the effort of carrying Hailey, but I kept pushing forward, determined not to let anything stop us. The alley twisted in confusing directions, but Ben knew exactly where he was going, moving swiftly through the darkness like a shadow. His breath came in sharp bursts, his body taut with tension, but there was something unsettling about the way he moved—like a man who had lived a hundred lives, each more dangero

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.

Lucas grinned like a child. "It's the fastest mech the world has ever seen," he declared. "If the Exodus is the dark horse of mechs, the Xiezhi is the king. The Prototype is faster overall, but the Xiezhi can hit insane speeds for a few seconds at a time, letting it move in the blink of an eye!" Lucas slapped the bunk, rattling the twin beds. "Imagine marching up to Axion Industries in a Korean mech. With the speed that thing has, we could end the war in hours!"

Chapter forty two. ❤️ ALYSSA ❤️ Speaking with a friend you haven’t seen for months now is so awkward but with the help of memories I was able to scale through, but I completely lost interest in whatever he was saying when Mr Xavier stood up holding his head like he was in pain. He walked to the other side slowly with the Barbie doll following closely, and he stopped, he brought out his phone and typed on it, then Ben walked to his side. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but with the expression in Ben’s face I knew something was wrong, he helped me Xavier to the elevator then walked back and grabbed the doll, dragging her out. She was screaming trying to gain attention, but due to the lo

Ben protested, his eyes closed, shaking his face violently. “You can sit there all day, complaining, or you can state your business and leave. Either way, I'm good. You have eight minutes left.” Ben stopped struggling and opened his eyes. The flesh around his eye region had peeled, but it soon healed back. “You are crazy, you know,” he muttered under his breath. “Six minutes more,” “Come on, it isn't even up to thirty seconds since you last spoke!” “Four minutes remaining.” “Fine, fine, I'll speak, just please stop being awkward.”

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.

Not Enough, my internal voice taunts me. Ben walks up next to me in his own workout gear and hands me a water bottle. “Did you get it all out?” I didn’t realize he stayed. He’s sweaty too, so at least I didn’t keep him from his workout today by being stuck babysitting me, again. “For now, but that’s only because I can’t feel my arms.” I roll my eyes at him. “You’ve been at it for three hours, I would hope so. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you move like that. You are getting stronger and faster. Apparently your anger is your secret weapon.” He winks at me, but the amusement doesn’t last long.