Benjamin Button Book Novels & Stories

Benjamin kindly addressed. "Yes!" she called back, retreating softly to her bed again. "You can come in." "Ah, hello!" Benjamin said with a friendly smile. He, too, wore a tunic like the others she had seen, and he held in his hand white garments accented in gold. "Did you rest well?" he asked her kindly. "I did," she said, sparing her words and careful to guard her thoughts.

I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf. A brief flip through the book confirmed my theory. Only an egocentric and misogynistic arse would even think of reading that nonsense. As I was about to put it away, I noticed something shining against the back of the bookcase. Pulling out a few of the neighbouring books, I saw a button surrounded by a guilded frame. “What in the world…” I whispered to myself as I did what every person with common sense would probably not do. I pressed the button.

The front cover featured a pair of clinging humans in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." [Bonus?] Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's team and found Ben's name there as the editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that was read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read something like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.

Madam Nolan raised her eyebrows and said, "Let him in. He is just in time for lunch." The maid nodded and brought Benjamin in. Benjamin looked shabby. Though his clothes were not old, they were wrinkled. His hair was also a mess. His appearance made him look very pitiful. The moment he saw his mother, he approached her and exclaimed, "Mother, you are finally back!" Melody snorted inwardly. Although Benjamin had gone bankrupt, he should not be in such a miserable state. The jewelry and luxury handbags he robbed from his wife, his daughter and Melody should be more than enough to let him live a lavish lifestyle.

"That's a little bold, Ben. You are a guy. What makes you think you can locate Bree's wedding dress out of the million shops in London?" Ben looked at Gaby and clucked at her. "I'm gay. 'Nuff said, woman. When have I ever steered you wrong?" Ben gave Gaby a thorough long look up and down. It was no secret he picked out her clothes all the time, and that she always took his suggestions to heart. Ben was good with fashion and design. God, I loved them both so much.

Even better a hotel of some sort. I swallowed, of course, I was a fool. I immediately thought that the act of bravery had changed him. Benjamin was straight in the eyes of the public, he would rather die than be caught doing anything remotely gay. I sighed and pulled my hand from his shirt, but his hand swooped in and grabbed them firmly. I strained to lock eyes with him but he didn’t say a word, he led my hands again toward his chest and placed it on his nipples. I pulled my hand gently and crawled downward, running light touches over his over the bulge in his pants.

The documents on the desk, along with paper and pens, were sorted by category with meticulous precision—every detail reflecting the owner's strict, self-disciplined nature. "Amelia, Carl, sit. The conditions in the camp are simple—don't mind it." Benjamin stepped aside to let them enter and closed the door casually, cutting off the sounds of drilling outside. The room fell quiet at once. He turned to pour two cups of water and handed them to Amelia and Carl. Then he pulled over a chair and sat opposite them. Even seated, his tall frame kept a straight back and rigid posture, soldierly to the core. Amelia accepted the cup, her fingertips touching the warm wall of it, and the warmth in her che

Then the door opened behind me. I didn't have to turn to know who it was. I saw his reflection appear beside mine in the mirror. Benjamin, wearing a black T-shirt tucked into tailored trousers, sleeves rolled halfway up his arms, his watch catching the light. Calm, quiet. His eyes landed on me and stayed there. "You'll shut down the whole city in that dress," he said. I smirked, turning slightly. "That's the goal!" That made him smile a little. The bridal designer stepped back to give him space. "We still have two more dresses to try, if you're ready."

" Hazel was not shocked by Yvonne's remarks. Yvonne's capacity to alter the narrative had always been remarkable, after all. As Yvonne and Benjamin were crossing, they just so happened to see Hazel. "Hazel Stewart, I asked you to go buy some jade at Chaumet Jewelry, I didn't ask you to go and steal from other people," Benjamin remarked sternly as he glanced at her. You started flaunting my black card once I gave it to you. Do you even recognize where you are? With a sly grin, Hazel shook her head and snorted. "How do you still have the cheek to smile?" "You're just a selfish and vain woman who wants power," Benjamin remarked angrily. I'm not sure why Grandmother thinks so highly of a woman l

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.