F Scott Fitzgerald Benjamin Button Novels & Stories

She loosened the next button then the next. A light dusting of dark hair marched across his chest. Too eager to see him she didn't explore. She kept going until the front of his shirt parted. Benjamin took over then, shrugging out of it and laying the button down across the foot of her bed. Holy...

that he had been mumbling about. Benjamin turned his head. The chill in his eyes was enough to give anyone frostbite. "In all my life, I—Benjamin Zimmerman—have never been abandoned on the side of the road like that, and I even ended up in entertainment headlines to boot. "Tell me—how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?" Cheryl's fingertips were ice-cold as she held the phone. Benjamin, born with a silver spoon, valued his reputation more than anything. Even though he'd been at the center of plenty of gossip regarding his love life, this was the first time he'd been so humiliated.

Glancing at her small hand which was so white that even the vessels could be seen clearly, Benjamin smiled slightly. The assistant opened his eyes wide in surprise. Did Benjamin get possessed by something that day? Why was he so strange? He didn't like to be too close to others. Except for his two good friends, he had never treated others so intimately. Moreover, it was said that he was a gay... But at this moment! The girl grabbed his hand, but he didn't shake it off with an unhappy face. Instead, he smiled? "Look! Am I right?" Evelyn pointed to the car and said, "There is no trace at all!"

He made me feel incredibly comfortable, never showing any haste or annoyance when I could not recall my memories. Every day, he would visit and recount our past to help me remember. He told me my name was Ingrid Aniston, nineteen years old, and that I was from the United States but had moved to Germany for work. He said my parents had passed away when I was young, which was why I had come to Germany to make a living. By chance, we had met and fallen in love six months ago. The man, Benjamin Davis, was around my age. He did not speak much about himself unless I asked, but through observation, I knew his background was not ordinary. The evidence was that I was staying in the best hospital in t

Suddenly, admitting them didn’t seem as frightening as he’d thought. “I don’t have a single doubt about it.” “Really?” “Really.” Benjamin pushed back his chair. He rose, then paced over to the window. “How can I be sure you’re serious about changing your ways?” Wyatt threw a meaningful glance at the shot glass he’d set on Benjamin’s desk. “Ever known me to let a bottle of ‘Don Julio’ go unopened?” Benjamin’s eyes widened. He walked over and picked up the glass. “I’ll be damned, bud… I never thought I’d see the day. Guess you’re serious about changing your ways.”

Tim's ambiguous voice echoed in Fanny's ear. Fanny looked at the family of six not far away, her heart filled with envy and jealousy. Why would someone like Benjamin, a godlike figure, marry Amanda? That gentle expression of his was something she had never seen before. "It's truly surprising that Benjamin has quadruplet sons. As a man, I'm really envious." Tim wore a dark blue shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing his firm, muscular chest. He leaned lazily against a nearby table, like a fierce lion, his eyes sharp and deep, his lips thin and ruthless.

Frankie called from behind the changing room door. “It’s a button fly,” Liam said. “Why the hell would someone put buttons where a zipper should be? That’s just whacked.” “It’s how they used to do it before zippers were invented,” Liam said. Frankie just grunted in response and then pushed the door open so Liam could see the fit. It was good. Frankie had been wearing the same pair of jeans he’d probably had since the dawn of time and they were worn and stretched and would of course feel different to a new pair, but Liam thought he’d chosen the right fit.

“Sorry if I’m being forward. I just thought you looked lonely.” “Find another woman who will fall for your good looks. I can assure you, that woman isn’t me,” Bonita snapped as she took a step away. Before she could fully escape, Benjamin gently grabbed her arm. She froze, unsure what she was expecting from him, but perhaps letting him speak wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined. Benjamin shrugged off his dark brown suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Maybe it will keep you warm. The wind here is strong, and you’ll get sick wearing just that dress.”

It hurts me a lot to expose a Prada suit to the smell of tobacco. - You strike a blow at my family, then you come back as if nothing had happened asking me a favor – murmurs Benjamin – Damn! Teases me... He calls it a scam, I call it a job. I never had friends, I had allies. As long as our relationship was decent, I was loyal. But when someone else offered a higher price for my services, I couldn't say no. This is how I earn my living. - Valentino Campbell – I say, and that name alone is able to draw Benjamin's full attention to me – He's the man who disturbed my peace. I could take care of him, but now I have another priority.

"I'm in my seventies, and I've seen a lot. There is a lot left unknown in the world out there, and I know I'm too old to find out what they are. However, I do believe that there are things I don't know of. More importantly, anyone dying would want a chance to live on. I'm no exception." "That's very honest of you. Let's begin, then," Wilbur said smilingly. Benjamin smiled as he stripped off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars. There were more than ten scars from knife wounds and a few more from bullets. There wasn't a single part of his body that was intact. It was a terrifying sight. Wilbur sighed and uttered, "You've worked really hard." "Oh, it's nothing. I was just making a livi