Benjamin Button Death Novels & Stories

He pulled me by the wrist gently and nervously cradled the back of my head before kissing me in return. “You teased me and left, remember? Who even does that?” In the distance, I did not notice a figure standing in the darkness. It was Benedict. He was drained of all his strength as he slumped weakly against a tree. He covered his face in anguish as tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He mumbled an apology under his breath. “El... I’m so sorry...” The next day, someone discovered a body that had long gone cold in the laboratory building. The cause of death was a sudden heart attack.

Even if she died, as long as her daughter live peacefully, she did not really care. Anastasia clicked her tongue upon seeing Lorraine close her eyes. It was as if she was punching a cotton candy—it did not make her release her bubbling frustration. She wanted to lash out, but she could not risk opening the cage. Ben, the one who had helped her transport the beta’s so-called corpse, was already dead—stabbed in the back by Diana herself. Without Ben, she only got herself. Biting her lower lip, she turned around with her departing words.

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

His hands were clenched into fists, and I knew—knew—he was fighting some inner battle “I know,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I know.” But it didn’t make anything better. It didn’t change the fact that Benjamin was dead, and with him went any chance of finding out who he worked for. And that meant that the danger wasn’t over. It wasn’t even close to being over. “I should’ve handled it differently,” Alejandro muttered, his voice rough, like he was chewing on his own regret. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand like that. He—

Xander shook his head. ~ Benjamin's jaw clenched as he throw the glass of wine he's holding. With a heavy breath he looked at the window and see the city lights from the hotel he's now staying in. "I didn't kill him..." he muttered, then he run his hand through his hair, as he looked back at everything that happened in the past. ...

I continued. “Just like with Fallon…not exactly, but they stole her father’s lifework too and almost killed him,” Ben commented. I nodded, agreeing with him. “William’s wife was killed and then he went in hiding and in some way made it seem like he was dead too.” “That explains why there’s even a death certificate for him,” Ben said mostly to himself. “Damn…” It was a lot to unpack.