Benjamin Button Death Novels & Stories

Irene and Jeff were also overseas in the final year of her university degree while Bertie was just finishing off high school. He told her how he searched for evidence like a madman without finding heads or tail. He told her how news of the fund deficiency spread before he could even head back to the military base followed by his father’s untimely demise. Ben’s voice choked as he narrated the news of his father’s accident. How the brakes failed, and his car was crushed between two vehicles from either side. At that time, in the eyes of everyone accept family, it was an unfortunate accident. Ben didn’t have today’s reputation nor power in the outside world without his family clout which was no

he asked, his question hanging in the air as the whole hall remained silent, waiting for Benita to speak. Surprisingly, I felt my heart pounding in my chest as unease washed over me. I didn’t want her dead! No! “Yes, I choose death!” Benita announced, and a loud murmur erupted from the crowd once more as disbelief washed over everyone. No one could believe that Benita would actually choose death instead of confessing and undoing the charm. “And I would appreciate it if it could be carried out tonight,” she added, and my frown deepened while my jaw tightened. Was she so desperate to die?

“I left him in your care, and you were supposed to make sure he stayed protected until I got the truth out of him. But now I’m looking at his dead body.” I shove my finger into his chest, hard. “Why the hell did you even call me here? You should’ve called his mother and had him sent to the morgue. I’m not a damn forensic doctor!” I know I’m being rude, but I can’t help it. The frustration is eating at me. The one lead I had is now dead. How the hell am I supposed to figure out who killed him? What’s really going on? Benjamin isn’t going to get someone else from the team of construction workers—after what they saw, after seeing me shoot Henry O'Hara in the leg, they’ll never betray me. So wha

And Benjamin refused to let his life’s work unravel because of a buried secret. Damian was gone. Devon, if he was smart, would keep his head down. And Annabelle—well, she would recover. Eventually. People always did, if they had the right distractions. A chime echoed through the apartment. The car had arrived. Benjamin rose, adjusted his lapel, and glanced one final time at the city beyond the fog. Let the world mourn the Lawson boy. He had appearances to uphold.

He looked at his phone screen, took a deep breath, and picked it up "Yes, boss," he said to the person at the other end of the phone. "What happened? Did you carry out the mission on Mrs. Bukky?" The voice at the other end asked coldly. "Yes, I shot her in her room," Benito said. "Then why is the news reporting that she drowned in her bathtub? We need people to know she was murdered so that fingers can be pointed at Ike." "I don't know; I have not checked the news yet," Benito replied.