Benjamin Button Death Novels & Stories

He fell to the ground, the back of his head hitting the curb. There was another sound. It sounded like a big watermelon falling to the ground. Zellman’s face was smashed, the back of his skull was cracked, and brain matter was flowing out. White brain matter mixed with bright-red blood flowed all over the ground. Hitler, Sven, Grimm, and Dafasi were completely dumbfounded. The strong smell of blood constantly stimulated their noses. Meanwhile, Zellman’s horrifying death stimulated their nerves. Strange! If Bentham’s death was a coincidence, then could Zellman’s death still be a coincidence? Even a fool would not believe it!

His Cynosure, His Confidant, His Guardian. Benjamin was the thread on which Carl's life was hanging. He was a suicidal person who had lost his parents in a car crash. The bullies in his school life had made him taste hell. Many cuts were embroidered on his body and when one day he decided to end his life, Benjamin saved him. FLASHBACK "It's getting atrocious mum and dad. I can't hold it anymore. I can't." The 16-year-old cried profusely sitting in front of his parents' grave, letting it all out.

Apparently, Benjamin was very clear about his situation that he only had a few more days to live. Most importantly, his current situation was beyond the help of medicine. However, knowing that he could only live for a few more days did not mean he was unwilling to live longer. After all, a person in power like him most definitely had his ambitions. Who would want to die in the prime of his year? After all, he still had too much to do. Harvey said indifferently, “Don’t worry. Since I’ve decided to help, then I won’t give you false hope.”

“Yes. What happened?” “We received a report from the public. She committed suicide at home.” Ben didn’t even change his clothes. He rushed to my house as fast as he could. Police and neighbors crowded around the door. The stench could be smelled from miles away. He anxiously pushed through the crowd and entered, the moment he saw everything, he dropped to the ground. The entire bathtub full of blood instantly reddened his vision. He stared blankly at the slightly bloated corpse before him. Two streams of tears fell straight down.

“Well, that's not it only. This is the same guy miss Irene met a few times. He was too friendly. But there is something more strange.” “What is it?” It was Raven. “I was investigating in the university. When researched through the backgrounds of all the students in her class. Especially those who once bullied Miss Irene. And, Benjamin and Jasper are brothers.” “Whose Benjamin?” I asked. “He trapped Miss Irene while working for Mona. If you remember, we got him expelled and beat him. What I heard, was that he wasn't accepted in any college or university. And his medical career demolished, he committed sucide and died.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he looked like he was about to cry. "Then what about the real Benjamin? Where is he?" "Dead. Benjamin is dead. How can he let someone impersonate him in Youngville for so long if he was alive?" Victoria raised her hand and slapped Diesel. The corner of Diesel's lips began to bleed. Diesel felt like he was about to explode. He said in frustration, "I didn't kill him. His death had nothing to do with me. Why did you hit me?" "When you mentioned Benjamin's death, you were smiling happily. Did you want him dead? That makes me unhappy. Benjamin is alive.

its angry manner. Benjamin paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "All right, if that's what you want, I'll take you to the corpse!" his sarcastic response. "Let's go inside," said Prelim. Benjamin entered the store first, followed by Tisay, Kailyn and Prelim. Benjamin even guided his friends to the back of the counter where he saw Samuel's bloody corpse. But he stopped and was surprised when he noticed that there was no trace of blood on the floor.

He sat up behind me, and I felt him freeze the second he saw my face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I turned the screen toward him silently. His eyes narrowed, scanning the screen. And then he shot out of bed like he’d been electrocuted. “No. This… this can’t be happening,” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “Who the hell would?” “I don’t know,” I said, climbing out of bed. “But it’s all over the internet. Benjamin is dead and… and people think you did it.”

"You can't be like that. He was your father." Drakken's grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly, and he turned to Eleanor. "That's why I'm going to give him a befitting burial instead of leaving his corpse out in the woods for vultures to feast on, which I'm very much tempted to do." She shook her head with a sigh and looked back at the road. "I saw Benjamin on my way out of the cemetery." He furrowed his brow, lost in thought as he tried to process what Eleanor had just revealed. "How could he have known our father was dead and at the cemetery?"

I snapped, already stalking toward the counter where the phone buzzed and buzzed like it had no idea it was interrupting something sacred. I didn’t check the number. I should’ve. But I didn’t. I just answered, voice thick with the aftertaste of lust and hunger. “Da?” The voice on the other end was colder than death. “He is dead.” The world froze. “What?” I said again, but softer. Quieter. Like that could change the meaning. Like I could un-hear it. But silence answered me. Benito is dead. The floor didn’t fall away—it imploded. A bomb inside my chest.