Benjamin Button Book Novels & Stories

I gave him my address and went to get ready, opting for dark jeans and my Bon Jovi T-shirt; loose hair and light makeup and sneakers, always. Twenty minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it; I came across a Benjamin with a black shirt with sleeves, jeans and sneakers, his hair well combed, he had a light woody scent and that shy smile that drew me involuntary sighs, the brown eyes behind the lenses stared at me in admiration, I I blushed instantly, I felt my cheeks burn.

Behind them, holding a medical bag, stood Dr Stone, a man I recognised from my time with Benjamin’s pack. Benjamin's cold gray eyes fixed on me, his lips curving into a predatory smile that never reached those eyes. He'd changed since I'd last seen him, trading his expensive suit for dark pants and a simple button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Practical clothes. Clothes that wouldn't show bloodstains. "Emeline," he said, my full name rolling off his tongue with false affection. "You're looking... resilient, despite your circumstances." I said nothing, keeping my face as expressionless as possible. Every interaction with Benjamin was a battle of wills, and I wouldn't give him the sat

Isaac did not speak, but he sat down. Benjamin wore a casual suit that day. He wore a long brown windbreaker without buttoning it, revealing the white shirt. There was a classic Burberry scarf around his neck, which fitted his clothes very well. With a computer bag in his hand, he looked very imposing when he was walking. After taking a few steps, Benjamin saw James and Isaac and then walked towards them. James teased him, "Ben... dressed in a very charming way." "..." "If I own an entertainment company, I will deceive him to work in my company and make money for me. He will become famous just by standing there, and he doesn't even need to speak."

Sia was shocked at the pace Mr. Ben’s personality changed. When he was not wearing the CID, he was warm and friendly. Once he wore it, he became cold and reserved—even his manner of addressing her changed. Since she didn’t know how to go back to her room, she remained seated. She looked around, trying to find something to do. A shelf in the corner caught her eye. The doors of the cabinet slid open automatically when she went closer. The sight was one to behold. The shelf was filled with books. All of them ancient paperbacks. Sia picked one of them and inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of books.

Hearing this, Susan said vindictively, "That's right. Throw away anything that she has ever touched." Celia nodded. "Yeah, Mom's right. Throw them all away and get new stuff." Even so, Benjamin didn't move. He looked around the bedroom and told the housekeeper, "I don't like people interfering in my personal life. I want to see this room back to the way it was before by the end of the day." With that said, he tugged his tie loose and went into his closet to pack his luggage. Yvonne paled. She stood rooted to the spot, dazed.

Mr Benjamin told her and no doubt travelling two other cities was no big deal for him at all he would even fly to Different cities overnight just for the sake of meetings you are so determined towards his work and that's what inspired Eliza the most to learn how to be hard working from her uncle and aunt "Give me a few moments I will just go to my room get ready and come back soon until then your aunt should also be here" Mr Benjamin sad and reason nodded with her smile and sat on the couch took a magazine to read to pass her time until Mr Benjamin gathered over there Today magazine had the pictures of models and their poses at Red Carpet if fascinated Aliza a lot not believe one day she was

Second-guessing was a weakness I couldn’t indulge. The water hammered against my back, each droplet a sharp reminder of the cold reality I faced. I lingered under the relentless spray until my skin was raw, the heat barely touching the ice hidden deep within my chest. Half an hour later, I killed the water and stepped out, steam wrapping around me like a shroud. I dried off and slipped into a plain white shirt, the fabric taut against my broad shoulders, clinging to my damp skin like a second layer. No room for weakness here. Loose gray pajama pants draped low on my hips, a mere illusion of normalcy masking a body honed for battle.

It was as if they existed in their own little world, oblivious to the absolutevdiscomfort they are causing me. With a clenched jaw, I watch as she invites him in. My heart pounds crazily in my chest and the sting of jealousy gnaws even more at me from within. Where is this brotha going? Must be selling cookies or some shit... =================================== This book takes a lot to write... I would appreciate it if you could show me some love :-) ... Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly

And then I can go home and see Zandra. Benjamin Novo is anything but discrete, but I knew that the second I laid eyes on him. Where I instruct my brothers to dress modestly to avoid detection, Benjamin doesn’t subscribe to the same line of thinking. Everything about him screams the stereotypical image of a gangster you’d see in the movies or on TV. Several thick chains around his stubby neck, gaudy bejeweled rings on his sausage fingers, and even though it’s close to midnight, he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses. Talk about insufferable.

I was in awe of the exuberance that a tiny young girl who would only hit 90lbs if she were soaking wet. Benjamin, on the other hand, stepped up to her with his chest puffed out trying to appear much broader than he was. "I'm Ben," he said, his voice dropping an octave out of nowhere. My jaw dropped as I pinned him with a stare. He stubbornly ignored the question in my eyes, and I had to bite back the amused chuckle that was bubbling up in my chest.