Alois Black Butler Novels & Stories

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

“ ……Maybe , Young master will change soon . “ said butler Albert . “ One day !….One day I gave Ayla a break day when she was here at our house and he went to the bar , to the disco , partying with girls . He even got a girl at the house that night like you said . To think that he didn’t sleep with her and listened to Ayla’s words when’s he told him to not do such a thing in the kitchen………….Haaah !…..It looks like only Ayla can manage him . “ said madam Dahlia . “ Indeed , I was also impressed when I Ayla told me to have someone escort that girl to her house and the young master didn’t even say anything at all about that matter . I personally think that you should continue to keep Ayla as you

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

The middle-aged butler wore an all-black suit and a stern expression. Georg Schuster had a tall, lean build and a military bearing, with a straight back and a firm jawline. His hair was short and neatly trimmed, and he had a well-groomed moustache. The most amazing thing was, he managed to clear the table, serve the coffee, and then vanish into the darkness without having uttered a single word. Even his footsteps were soundless, like a cat.

“You are well aware that neither one of them is human, Donatello, and even Morozov…” “And yet, each one of them almost pissed his pants the second I entered the airport. I don’t even need to mention Alessio running away before I reached the high tower because he knew that if I caught sight of him, he would have not only eaten his dick, but would have been forced to watch me pull it out and cut it.” He said, and I frowned. Alessandro shook his head, finding this kind of conversation normal, and I couldn’t help but frown at the brutality. I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him.

Isabella asked when the butler serve the food, but Bella was confused when he looked at Alexander instead of answering a simple question. Bella followed his eyes and looked at Alexander and saw him staring at the Butler. She didn't understand what was happening. Did Alex scold him or something? "I'm fine, but forgive me, Miss Bella. I couldn't protect you," Butler apologized out of the blue with his eyes on the table. Bella parted her lips and couldn't figure out what to answer because it wasn't the butler and the driver's fault at all. Everything that had happened was pre-planned.

Draco told him inhaling a deep breath of cigar. "Alams....okay...you are the great Blackford. I have heard your name often in business world." Alessandro said in impressive tone. "Thanks man....I was actually wondering to if I should ask it or not.... I need your suggestion." Draco spoke a little unsure and confused. "What is it?" Alessandro was alert. Does he know who I am?

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

Everest spoke quietly to his friend and alpha, “nothing about that sounds ridiculous. You gave up on your happiness for a war you do not understand, you deserve a few ridiculous moments.” Adam smiled, “I hear you.” He rose to retrieve his car keys from a drawer, “Get back to me if there’s any news. I have to go.” “Okay, say hi to her for me.” The call was cut off before he could swear at him. He rode the elevator from his bedroom to the garage. His stroll ended with a surprise to see his butler waiting for him by his jeep. Suited in all black , his aging pale face was pronounced with some sort of determination set on it. He was a impressively tall, skinny man. Almost as tall as Adam with his

Just then‚ α butler αppeαred from nowhere αnd bowed deeply. “Alphα‚” the mαn sαid respectfully. Alphα? Killiαn didn’t even pαuse. “Get the stuff from the trunk αnd bring it inside.” I opened my mouth to speαk‚ to remind him those things weren’t his but nothing cαme out. The butler wαs αlreαdy rushing off to do exαctly whαt Killiαn sαid αs if it wαs normαl.