Benjamin Button Death Novels & Stories

"I won't leave unless I have a job to do. Uncle Ben passed away. I'll just be visiting his grave thrice a year." Tyler and Axel were shocked. "Uncle Ben passed away last year. He had a long, good life, and he passed away peacefully. However, it was sudden." Liora felt the urge to cry when she mentioned Benjamin. She forced a smile and said, "Well, Uncle Ben was already 80 years old, so it's only normal." Tyler and Axel felt a pang of sympathy at the sight of Liora trying to hold it together. She had managed to keep such a significant matter a secret until now, not revealing anything to them.

I’d almost forgotten about him and his ridiculous offer. But thinking about it now, was it really that ridiculous? If someone would have asked me a month ago if Benjamin was capable of murder, I would have vehemently said no and then cussed them out for even daring to say such a thing. According to Benjamin, Lara’s death had been an accident but with everything that had happened so far, Benjamin had proven that he couldn’t be trusted.

He licked away the blood at the corner of his mouth and sneered, "You were the one who beat your daughter to death, Benjamin. I just didn't let her out of the basement. Don't you think it's ridiculous that you're losing your mind over us now? "Who laughs last laughs best. So what if I have to die at your hands? You have lost everything precious in your life! "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you—Julia's death wasn't an accident. She committed suicide!" His every word riled Dad up even more. I could see the veins bulging on his neck. His fists were clenched tightly as well.

In hindsight, it didn't matter at all. Before boarding my flight, I blocked Benjamin and Hector everywhere. Then, I removed my SIM card and threw it away. From this moment on, I would no longer have anything to do with my past. … Benjamin was at the wedding venue. For some reason, he felt uneasy. Perhaps it was because of Jennifer's illness—she had late-stage lung cancer. He felt like he was suffocating whenever he thought about how someone as pure and kind as her would soon die from such an illness.

He left the venue and joined his people. Vivian who couldn’t sleep all night was really frustrated. Benjamin had returned without her notice. He came like a thief and didn’t give her enough time to prepare. All this year’s, she had been searching for him to kill him. But she couldn’t. Her men later came and told her he died out of hunger. She believed them and stopped her investigation. Who knew he was never dead but just hid himself very well. “Very good Benjamin, it’s good you have arrived. Let’s settled this once and for all. We will see how far we can go. I am not ready to give up these properties and so do you. This is going to be a bloody war.” She smirked.

"I would even dare go to the most dangerous of places, let alone here. My arrival is the fairest in the eyes of others. Have you found anything?" "From my primary judgment, he seems to have died from suffocation. The deceased was taking a bath. The murderer went in and pressed his head inside the bathtub, which eventually led to his death. Because of this, the deceased was unable to make a sound, so he could not cry for help or notify Mrs. Zane, who was busy in the kitchen," Benjamin spoke as he deduced the situation. "So Trenton was taking a bath, while Mrs. Zane was in the kitchen," Stella narrowed her eyes at that thought.

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?

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.

Lord Benjamin looked at Lady Anastasia, his eyes darken at the sight of her and he gestured for her to sit. Not knowing the incoming bullet that’s aiming at her, Lady Anastasia gleefully went to sit as told. “So, did you find her?” She asked Lord Benjamin, all the while smiling. “King is dead.” Lord Benjamin didn't answer her question but instead told her about her accomplice. Lady Anastasia did not expect to hear this. At least, not from her brother! “Whaatt?? How come??” “There’s an accident, his house caught fire.” Lord Benjamin said after a pause.