Alois Black Butler Novels & Stories

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

A young man in his twenties with black uniform covered by maroon apron uttered while giving the menu books to Margie and Jessie. Once the books in their fingers' embrace, they made the quick choices. While the had ordered the beverages and a few snacks, the youg waiter left them alone to prepare the menus. Based on the chosen purpose, Jessie broke the silence, "Let me make my explanation clear about Bastian Alford. He is a successful businessman and the Alpha of Red Iris Pack. He is known as one of the wealthiest Alphas if I'm not mistaken." Feeling like being attacked by a few bombshells, Margie was like a fool for underestimating Bastian as an ordinary werewolf that tried to be a hero in h

The head butler nodded his head and gestured for her to continue. "Where does your loyalty lie?" The head butler blinked. It was a question he did not expect. But he still answered truthfully. "My loyalty and faith is with the head of the Albrecht family. My whole life is dedicated to the well-being of this family." "For the family huh...So it is not necessarily for Colton?" The head butler stared at Suzie strangely, "Master Colton is the head of the Albrecht family. Thus, my loyalty lies with him."

Alessio’s breath caught for half a second before he locked it down. The man was bigger than he’d expected. Taller. Broader. The black suit hugged his frame like it had been sewn on, shirt open at the collar revealing ink crawling up his neck. His hair was pushed back, a few strands falling forward. And those eyes—nearly black, fixed on Alessio with predatory intensity. He looked like violence wrapped in expensive fabric. Luca didn’t speak. Just watched as the Vitale soldiers set Alessio’s suitcase inside the door and retreated without a word. The elevator doors closed behind them.

he said. “I am relieved that you still remember me uncle Al. Thinking back to the old times, I think I have always been given you a hard time looking after me. thank you for that.” I said as humbly as I could. “Nice too meet you uncle Al.” August said from my behind and greeted Alfred. He was the butler of the house of Dumeny. I don’t know how long he has been with Dumeny's family but he looked exactly the same thew last time I saw him. He didn’t aged a single day.

It was impossible but he couldn't stop the tremor of hope that ran through him. "Gimme." He tried not to make the excitement he felt overtake him. He had an image to keep after all. The butler was a tall slim blonde, clean shaven but the greys in his hair showed he was older than he looked. He was groomed neatly too, the well cut black suit he wore hugging his figure nicely. His pristine black shoes seemed to glow in the dark, and his facial expression gave away nothing. He walked gracefully towards Chelsea, a sense of elegance around him. Chelsea wanted to punch his face. He's never punched anybody in his entire life but he was willing to try.

She looks at the elder officer. " 'The Black Butterfly' is a gang who leads the other. They're recruiting private female bodyguards. While staying here, You improved a lot physically. You proved it by breaking Mr. Yusup's arm. So I would like to see you joining them as a bodyguard.." He replied. Alisha keeps silent thinking something deeply. Later she looks at the elder officer with her icy cold eyes. " Sure! Since I have nothing to lose about. It doesn't matter if I step into some lion's den. But They will recognize me, Won't they?"

JULIE I walk into the staff with Mr. Taylor before me. There is nobody except for us. Not even Mr. Orlando. Mr. Taylor sits in his usual place and asks me to have a seat with him. I sit there, palming my black plain skirt on my thighs that reaches just my mid-thighs and my legs covered in black net stockings. "I need your help with something, Ms. Dawson," he says, stealing a glance at my fingers. "Oh, in what?" I ask, raising my chin a bit to face him. He looks good in black. Well, super hot. He is wearing a black suit and a white shirt inside it. His clothes are wonderfully ironed and whoever does it, should be awarded for this.