Benjamin Button Libro Novelas e Histórias

She muttered under her breath before she unbuttoned her blouse and buttoned them again – this time in proper order. She shook her head and look at herself in the horizontal mirror – she blew her cheeks out. She looked exhausted. She straightened her blouse before she walked out of the washroom. As soon as she came out, Kai’s eyes fell on her now evenly buttoned-up blouse. He avert his gaze from her, while she looked at him oddly. It was weird how he pointed out her uneven buttons – that’s what Benji does. He doesn’t like when her buttons are uneven, when she wears unmatched socks, or when she doesn’t iron her clothes.

Like she’d stuffed it in a hat for a long time. She dropped two suitcases down with a bang. Benjamin entered and moved her bags closer to the side near the door. His face was grave as he said. “Come on, Becca. I’ll show you where the library is. I’ll be back in a few minutes, dear, and we can talk.” Benjamin smiled at Denise before he left. This was Becca. Bethany didn’t like her already. He said he wasn’t interested in her. What is going on? Did he lie? Why do Daddies have to lie?

Isabella pretended to be fixing her sneakers while Fe was shielding her. Benjamin was getting closer and when he was in front of them, he stared at them for a while. Fe was trembling while Isabella was sweating. "Something wrong with your shoes, young lady?" Benjamin asked while she glanced at Isabella. "Ahm! She is tying her shoelaces, sir. She's my daughter!" Fe immediately responded. "I see. Well, I am new here. I just wanna ask if you know which floor is the Chanel Store. My girlfriend is waiting for me there!" Benjamin suddenly uttered.

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

Julian frowned impatiently and asked, “What is it?” Benjamin observed his expression with a smile as he handed a fashion magazine over to Julian. “Didn’t you ask me about how you can dress to look younger? This is the latest issue of the fashion magazine, ‘Stylez’. There are photos of some popular young men's style and fashion inside. Perhaps you can refer to the magazine on how you can dress up to look younger.” Julian frowned deeply and stared at Benjamin before he finally took the magazine. Benjamin quickly turned around and left in relief.

He had an entire shelf full of little figurines shaped like horses. Benjamin spotted a book face down on the nightstand next to his bed. The Beta sat down, grabbed the book, and chuckled at the title. Of course, “War Horse”. Benjamin flipped through a few pages but couldn't get into it. It just wasn't his type of story. Now if it had to do with werewolves kicking some ass, he wouldn't put the book down until he finished. As Benjamin set the book down, he heard a gasp at the door. The Beta's head snapped in its direction, and his wolf pressed forward at the sight of their mate.

Isaac did not speak, but he sat down. Benjamin wore a casual suit that day. He wore a long brown windbreaker without buttoning it, revealing the white shirt. There was a classic Burberry scarf around his neck, which fitted his clothes very well. With a computer bag in his hand, he looked very imposing when he was walking. After taking a few steps, Benjamin saw James and Isaac and then walked towards them. James teased him, "Ben... dressed in a very charming way." "..." "If I own an entertainment company, I will deceive him to work in my company and make money for me. He will become famous just by standing there, and he doesn't even need to speak."

he muttered softly, "I didn't mean to startle you." She looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes questioning. "My name is Benjamin Palmer," he explained, raising his head again as he mindfully approached, willing to present himself to her as nonthreatening. "You might consider me the librarian here. Of course, I like to think of myself as the bookkeeper," he stretched out his hand, and patiently waited for her to accept it along with the warm welcome. "Perhaps there's one that might interest you," he invitingly commented with a friendly smile.

I shook my head slightly, at home I could wear anything to sleep, but now I felt like I needed to change into something else for the night. A soft knock sounded on the connecting door. My pulse jumped. "Come in?" Benjamin entered. He’d changed too – into dark lounge pants and a simple black t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the sculpted planes of his chest and shoulders. He looked less like a CEO and more like… Levi. The version who fixed leaky taps and burnt toast. It was disorienting. Dangerous.