Benjamin Button Death Novels & Stories

“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.

Although I'm sure her answer was written all over my face. "No. I guess it's been a while since I left for the Island, but how did he die?" I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Ben was not around anymore. "He fell from a twelve-floor hotel building, smashed his head and that was that?" we turned a corner to walk to my room, I wasn't feeling like giving the grand tour anymore. "So it was an accident then?" that seemed to be better than what had been going on. "Can we take a rain check on that tour?" Alicia nodded in understanding.

“A billionaire dies in a mobbing accident after he visited the gay club, doesn’t that sound like an interesting headline? The worlds would spin and your death will become a tiny aspect of the secret shared to the world. Some people will begin to justify your death and state that you deserve it for the lifestyle choices you made. Don’t I just love the media? The death of Benjamin.” Benjamin didn’t look as confident this time. He pulled the hammer of the gun back and it smacked as loudly as it could as the bullet filed into the chamber. My heart thumped slowly as a single tear slipped from my eyes. It felt like time itself had become so slow as I watched everything unravel. “Goodbye, Benjamin.

Benjamin stood still, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. When Sara died, it was the day after their graduation. The night before, they had a party and drank a lot of alcohol, sleeping outside the hotel. That night, there was no... thing in the hotel, but Sara insisted as usual... that she would be fine by taking medicine the next day. She was very sad that night, and Benjamin thought it was because of their graduation. The next day, she died in a car accident while trying to save him. Benjamin was deeply saddened and didn't witness Sara's cremation with his own eyes. A similar face, a son who looked about five years old and resembled him... Isabella heard his voice when she was

"You don't know? Ben… Ben is dead." "What?" I blinked. "No, that can't be." Theresa also turned, her face crumbling. "No. He's lying.". But just as I was getting a chance to reply, the door creaked open and Professor Sarah entered. She wore all black. She swept the room with her voice firm. "I know some of you might have already heard, but it's my duty to confirm. One of ours was lost this morning. Benjamin Hartley. His mother, Professor Rose, has requested privacy. A short memorial will be conducted later today in the hall. After that, you're free to go home."