Curious Case Of Benjamin Button Novels & Stories

It was very ridiculous and she forcefully took it down her throat. “I was not confident enough to see you here.. It took me a while to decide to come here and see you. Otherwise, your temporary godfather wouldn't permit me to meet you, I believe,” Benjamin said, sliding his feet closer together as he placed one hand in his pocket. He looked charismatic and sexy, whose presence here was nothing less than a miracle, and all the media persons present there swiveled their heads like a wheel toward Benjamin. Clearly, Giving Julia a headache, thinking if their picture would get a secure place in the newspaper.

She excused herself from the room while Jian continued discussing with the doctor. A month after the incident, Benjamin got a life sentence on the charges of first-degree attempted murder. He’d tried his best to appeal and so did his mother, Adeline as she didn’t want to lose her only son. She’d even resorted to bribery but the video evidence, coupled with Amelia's story and that of the maid, Mia, who testified against him in court, his appeal wasn’t granted.

Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt lost the second time. Gaby rushed to me. “Did you tell him?” “I did.” “What did he say?” “Nothing.” He said nothing. He left. Oh, no… What have I done? *** Orlando Cortez “I have to see someone. I’ll be right back.” Benjamin buttoned his suit and grabbed his briefcase. “Hmm.” I nodded. We were at the parking area in the court. He climbed the steps that led to a cafeteria, disappearing from my view. I tapped my fingers over my thigh, my mind still reeling from the revelation this morning.

“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?”

After a while, Isabella turned back and asked calmly, "Where have you been all these years, and how did you get involved with the Andersons?" Benjamin snapped to his senses, nodded, and said, "Back then, I was shot. I didn't wake up until about three days later. Your father came to find me…" Ten years earlier… During the summer after graduating high school, the 18-year-old Isabella went shopping at a mall with her sister, while the 17-year-old Benjamin followed behind like a tagalong. Because the weather was too hot, Katherine went to buy drinks, leaving Isabella and Benjamin waiting nearby.

The car pulled into the yard, making me uneasy as I waited on the porch. I had promised to meet Benjamin tomorrow, and he had agreed. Yet now he showed up without warning. I couldn’t understand the way this man’s mind worked. He looked too much like Alexei, and just like Alexei, he was completely unpredictable. It felt as though Benjamin always thought several steps ahead of everyone else. When Benjamin stepped out of the car, my breath caught. Dressed in a casual collared shirt with a gray jacket, he walked toward me with confident strides. A faint smile curved his lips. It was a polite smile, yet there was an unmistakable flash of arrogance behind it.

I turned and saw that Benjamin walked in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were red, his shoulders heavy, and his clothes wrinkled. But behind all that weariness, there was something new in his expression. It wasn’t the hollow pain I had seen the day the DNA results crushed us. There was something softer, something almost like relief. He stepped into the room slowly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, and then, without a word, he came closer and bent down. His arms went around me, pulling me into him.

"Eat up, but I need to talk business. Mr. Hoffman sent me here." Felix lost his appetite at that. "Has there been progress on Benjamin?" Averill nodded. "Yes. Mr. Hoffman confirmed that Benjamin is indeed from the Bronze Age. He's been alive for over 2000 years! Of course, that's impossible for a normal person or even a martial artist. Benjamin's body was modified, and not just basic modifications but complex ones. "That's why Mr. Hoffman wants him to stay." Benjamin really was from that era. In ancient times, technology was not available, but who could say they were inferior in other areas?

"It's been so long. Yet, Cherilyn won't let me touch her. "She must still be hung up on that dead guy. Say, do you think she's staying chaste for him, or is she just that innocent? "My initial plan was just to have some fun. But I never thought it would drag on for so long. I'm not willing to let it end like this." My heart sank. Instead of barging in, I peeked through the gap. Benjamin was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed. He held a glass of wine in one hand, which he downed in one gulp. He looked nothing like someone suffering from stomach cancer.

My lips trembled as I stepped into Benjamin’s office. I rushed toward the desk, ducking under it and pulling the drawer open—and there it was: the metal contraption with numbers attached to it. Fuck, the passcode. We had never conversed that long for me to know when he was born. But knowing Benjamin, he wasn’t dumb enough to use his birthday... he would use something more... sentimental. “Benjamin, what is it?” I whispered, staring at the numbers. I didn’t know how many tries I had, and I didn’t want to waste them.