Benjamin Button Libro Novels & Stories

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

Cheryl paused, neither advancing nor retreating. She spoke first, her expression hardening, and her voice sharp as she questioned, "What exactly are you trying to do, Benjamin?" Benjamin stopped just two steps away, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his forearms. Instead of answering her directly, his gaze lingered on her tightly pressed lips. In a calm, almost matter-of-fact tone, as if he were stating something mundane, he said, "Picking you up after work."

Even better a hotel of some sort. I swallowed, of course, I was a fool. I immediately thought that the act of bravery had changed him. Benjamin was straight in the eyes of the public, he would rather die than be caught doing anything remotely gay. I sighed and pulled my hand from his shirt, but his hand swooped in and grabbed them firmly. I strained to lock eyes with him but he didn’t say a word, he led my hands again toward his chest and placed it on his nipples. I pulled my hand gently and crawled downward, running light touches over his over the bulge in his pants.

He threw clothes at his face and coldly said, "Put them on yourself!" The agent had never seen anyone dare to treat Benjamin like this before. Benjamin had a very bad temper when he woke up, and just as he thought the little Tibetan Mastiff was about to jump up and fight back, he saw Benjamin grab his clothes and mutter softly, "Fine, I’ll wear it!" Every creature has its match. Even the fearless little Tibetan mastiff, when faced with his own cousin, is left with no choice but to surrender. After Jayden returned from abroad, he went to the capital city two or three times. Every time Benjamin heard the news, he quickly disappeared.

A door at the rear led to what looked like a private suite, complete with a king-sized bed and an en-suite bathroom. A small library nook was stocked with leather-bound books and a state-of-the-art entertainment system. Ben really loved his books. Ben's wealth was staggering, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he kept hidden behind his polished facade. "Comfortable?" Ben asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions: awe, unease, and a growing sense of dependence on this enigmatic man. As the stewardess returned with our drinks, I raised my glass, the champagne bubbling like my thoughts. "To Tokyo," I said, my voice barely above a w

"I had always thought I was the only one you intend to always make feel miserable. But I never knew it's actually an intended purpose. What were you wearing to make her think you are gay?" Benjamin shrugged nonchalantly. “I had this tight fitted Jean and body-con top. I was testing out the clothes a company asked me to model for them. It's meant for gays who intend to feel comfortable in men like clothes and at the same time not hide who they are. I guess they did well then, so I would be censoring it." Christopher cheered at him. “You are something Ben." He laughed loudly. “Now, back to you. Did you indulge in any office work today, cause you are here a bit too early?"

This guy wasn't as bad as I thought. I hurriedly whispered a thank you and read the answer out loud. Once I finished, the professor gave me a look that could kill before telling me to sit down. Ha. You didn't get me this time. Not a chance. I sat back down happily. Just as I was about to pull out my phone to reply to some messages, the voice of my seatmate drifted over. "Give me back my book." I bit my lip sheepishly and looked at Benjamin. I really was an idiot. I had used his book and then just kept it. Still, couldn't he be a bit softer with a girl? He clearly had no idea how to treat a lady.

CHARLOTTE It was Friday. As Benjamin wanted me, I had applied for Ada's job. I was stunned to receive the interview letter the very next day. Benjamin was the happiest and the proudest ever since I got the interview letter. As if, he won some kind of lottery. “Babe! I am not a child. I know how I am supposed to dress up for the interview. And it's not my first interview.” I tried to argue with Benjamin when he had literally placed my whole wardrobe on our bed.

He worked hard to calm his racing heart, which felt like it might leap out of his chest. Silence fell between them. Bonita’s eyes scanned Benjamin’s outfit—a neatly pressed short-sleeve formal shirt and jeans. Typically, Benjamin dressed casually at home in T-shirts and shorts or training pants. His current attire suggested he was planning to meet someone important or attend a prearranged event.

It leaves me dumbfounded. I slip from the car, Maxwell close behind me. We follow the large man, who also opens the front door with my luggage in hand. Once we enter and he closes it behind us, he quickly disappears. An overwhelmingly strong sickness twists my stomach at the thought of staying here. It’s going to be so pleasant and very eventful or the exact opposite. Maxwell We find Benjamin in his library pretending to be scholarly. He holds open an ancient book hoping to get intrigue, but he gets an eye roll instead. He’ll find out soon enough that Charlie isn’t easy to please.