Novel & Cerita Alois Black Butler

Ashley spared him a glance for a brief second "Àlvaro? That's a Spanish name" Butler Àlvaro seconded with a light chuckle, almost no one believes that he's from Spain because of his clear English accent which most people living in Spain don't have. "Yes it is.The Black's also have a Spanish origin. It's too complicated that I can't explain it in two minutes" Àlvaro directed Ashley to the room specially reserved for her. When she walked in, she noticed everything was new..from the curtains to the bedsheets and comforters except his servants were neat freaks who cleaned up every nook and cranny of the room.

The Williams family still had other men left… For example, a particular butler had come with Alvin. He was a powerful martial artist with hidden skills. The butler moved quickly. His attack was directed straight at Drake’s heart. Drake reached out indifferently and grabbed the butler’s neck as he immobilized the latter. Alvin’s pupils shrank in shock. He knew just how skilled his butler was. How could his butler be so powerless in the face of this enemy? With a crack, the butler’s neck snapped.

He glared at her and spat as she left. The Butler’s Intervention Wendy left, humming a wedding song. The butler approached him and removed the cuffs from his hands. Then, he also removed the shackles. He bowed and left. Alessandro reached for a glass of water and swigged it down. Then, he wiped his lips and went to the bathroom. He needed to get out of there. He stared at his face in the mirror over the sink. He still felt dizzy, and the water he drank seemed to taste different. The butler had served it, and he was the one who trusted Keira. He might be a spy from the Rossie Empire.

“…What? ” The Count was taken aback. "Once you've calmed down and had a proper conversation with Lady Alicia..." "You idiot!" Count Kenboe clenched his teeth. The old butler was a knowledgeable and nagging man who was a pain in his neck all the time, but he kept him around because of his loyalty. He did a good job, and his wife and daughter adored him. "Are you saying you'll betray me and side with her?"

Ilyana’s eyes widened slightly, but she maintained a carefully controlled composure. Teressa continued, her voice quavering with the weight of her revelations. “The day of your labor, the wet nurse whom the past butler had hired to care for the incoming royal heir was killed. And Alistair immediately noticed, but you were in such pain at the time that he didn’t want to add to your burden. Instead, he sought help from my husband, Uriel. He was an assassin, skilled in working with dangerous situations. Alistair had him investigate the matter.”

Alisha's POV Orathe glanced at Gray and me with a somewhat serious expression and asked, "Can someone explain to me why you both went to Black Furies seeking revenge, and after returning, Alisha suddenly decided to be with that... Lo...Lo' Gray interjected, "Louie, Louie Blancato, from Deep Moon."

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

How have I missed him before? He is Alaric’s exact height. The same lean but muscular build, even the same quiet posture. But where Alaric’s ethereal beauty catches light, his butler absorbs​ it. Black hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. Eyes so dark they seem almost matte, swallowing reflection and light rather than returning it. He is quite literally a shadow. He stands half a step behind Alaric, neither looming nor deferential just aligned. He is shadowing so precisely that I wonder whether he has been trained to minimize his presence or more like extinguish it completely.

Louis looked at the butler and suddenly asked, "Cale, what do you think of Alice?" The butler was a little confused but still answered honestly, "Miss Alice is, of course, absolutely perfect, not only gentle in her manner but also very beautiful." Moreover, recently, the butler had seen Alice on TV, and Alice honestly had outstanding talents beyond her perfect appearance. Louis nodded, fully agreeing with the butler's words: "Yes, Alice is truly too perfect!" With that, he returned to his room, leaving the butler with a puzzled expression. The butler had a few guesses in his mind, but he couldn't be sure. He just hoped that everything for Louis would go smoothly. After all, Louis had suffere

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”