Benjamin Button Book Novels & Stories

As I was walking back to my bunk I stopped at the foot of Ben’s new bed and I could smell his aftershave, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I couldn’t figure out what it actually smelt like. It was really strange. When I heard everyone else coming towards the bunk house I sat on my bed and grabbed a book out and started reading it. “What’s that?” Ben asked, sitting on his bed. “It’s just an old book. I don’t even know where I got it from. I’ve just always had it.” I explained. So he leaned over and looked at the title. “Interview with a Vampire. That’s an interesting story for a Hunter to read.” He said.

Taylor teased. Ben's eyes moved down to her tits. Tiffany returned with the camera, then went to her room and came back with her purple book. When Ben saw the book, he felt his arousal level increase. That purple book meant exciting, forbidden pleasures were surely in store. He adjusted his growing cock, curious about what his mom had in mind.

With a quiet sigh, she got out of bed and walked down the hallway. Returning the book would give her something to do. Damien’s study door was unlocked. She stepped inside and walked to the bookshelf. Benita slid the book back into place. Her eyes scanned the titles. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well read something else. She pulled out another book. But as it came free, something behind it shifted. Benita paused. She pushed the book aside. A file sat tucked behind it. Her name was written across the front. BENITA McCRACKEN

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I found myself wondering how long he had stood outside, working up the courage to come in. “Where have you been, Benjamin?” “I got scared.” “Why?” He shrugged. “I had to get away.” “Where did you go?” “Nowhere.” I let the contradiction pass. Benjamin was full of them. His hands fidgeted, searching for refuge, eventually disappearing into his pockets. “Do you want to take off your coat?” “It’s OK.” “Well, at least sit down.” I gestured toward my office. He moved inside, pausing in front of the bookshelves, scanning the titles. Most of them were texts on psychology and animal behaviour. After a moment, he reached out and tapped a spine.