Benjamin Button Libro Novels & Stories

--- Three Hours Later We were in one of the fanciest stores in the whole of Chicago, the kind of place that made my skin itch when I saw clothes that cost more than my rent for a year. Julian was living his best life, holding up shirts against my chest and frowning like a disappointed housewife. “Try this one. No...actually, this.” He tossed a black button-down over my shoulder. “You need something that says, ‘I’m introverted and mysterious.’ You know, play to your strengths.”

Jeremy instantly understood Benjamin's meaning. "Go, with Hannah's intelligence, she must have left evidence along the way for me to find her." Benjamin angrily hit his own head. He should have thought of it sooner; his little princess was so clever and would definitely leave evidence. Benjamin mobilized everyone to search along the way. Soon, a bodyguard came over and said, "Sir, this looks like a button from Miss's clothes. I saw her wearing clothes with this kind of diamond button this morning." Benjamin was overjoyed, "Yes, keep looking!"

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.

“I’ll need some help with the buttons.” Ben huffed through his nose then stepped closer to her and started undoing the long row of buttons that ran down her back. It was slow torture as his hands fumbled with the tiny tabs, he just wanted to get to the good stuff already. After 5 or 6, he growled to himself then put his hands on either side and pulled forcefully sending buttons across the room. Imara gasped and asked, “Was that really necessary?” Ben brushed her cheek with his lips as he leaned over her and asked, “You weren’t planning on wearing this again were you?”

Everything about it felt right. Tomorrow night would be important. Very important. She had to have the right dress for it. Another knock interrupted her thoughts. Without waiting for permission, someone opened the door. Benjamin walked inside, his attention remained fixed on his phone. A grin sat comfortably across his face while his thumbs moved rapidly across the screen. Clearly he was texting somebody. Brittany rolled her eyes as Benjamin finally looked up. He noticed the dress, and his eyebrows lifted. "What's the occasion?" Brittany ignored him, and continued to turn the dress around.

This will do for today. I’ll get my style later. Turning to see my underwear, I see everything is my size, but all I want is underwear. I won’t wear a bra. I need to have some relief. Everything feels delicate to the touch. Putting my clothes to the side, I hear a slight growl coming from Benjamin. Glaring at him, he speaks with authority. “You are not walking out in that. You are a Luna, now look like one.” I straighten myself to reply to him.

Just before I reach for the handle of the drawer to pull out some new clothes, my gaze catches the reflection of a necklace on the table. It is silver. How odd that Ben would have a silver necklace when we can't even touch it. I have never tried to touch it, but Ben uses it as a torture method for a reason, and I would rather not test the waters. Finding a grey blouse and black pants, I make sure to dry my hair as much as possible before putting it up in a bun to leave. In a last-minute decision, I stuffed the leather book in my bag before leaving the room.

Obviously, the person was of high caliber enough to mask their scent too. I finished off and came back to find Clara straightening up. She had just picked up something. "There something wrong?" I asked if she was staring at something in her palm. She looked horrified and turned to look at me as she pushed forward her palm to me. There was a dainty silver button on her hand with an inscription on it. "What's that?" I asked her as I took it with the handkerchief and inspected it. "That's Beta Benson's." She whispered to me, horrified.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

I really hope my plan works. 5. Go to Ben’s, take my money and the bus ticket I bought earlier, and say goodbye to Ben. I had bought him a gift. About a week ago, I was walking from school to work when I suddenly stopped at the bookstore window. There was a statue of a female wolf with smooth, dark fur and dark brown eyes, sitting and watching something in front of her with interest. I couldn’t quite understand why it seemed like the perfect gift for Ben, but it just felt right. Fortunately, the statue wasn’t particularly expensive, so I was able to buy it for Ben.