Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

he growled softly. He looked at Tristan’s house again, taking in every detail of the surroundings. He had a feeling he would need to remember everything. Just then, Angela came out of the gate dragging a big bag and a smaller one with a middle aged man who looked like the butler, following her pleadingly. He lowered his head so the butler wouldn’t see him. She stopped when she got close to the taxi, turned to the butler and told him some things he couldn’t hear. She got to the trunk of the taxi, opened it, put her bags in and then she spoke again.

Anyway, it's a week. Sleep comes back, and Angel lays his head on the pillow. His eyes are heavy, and he falls into a deep sleep. Steam emerges from Angel's nostrils and hangs over him for a few seconds, disappearing forever without a trace. Agnes's eyes, as white as ashes, returned to their normal color after she had seen everything. She sat and smiled. Her part was done. Dark caught a doe and sank his fangs into the animal's neck. He drank what he needed without killing the animal, which staggered away from him to recover. He wipes his mouth and sighs contentedly. Immediately, his head started to think of a way to help Klaus.

The Hunter opened the back door without a word, and she slid inside, bracing herself. A woman was already seated there. Angela. She sat with a laptop balanced neatly on her lap, fingers moving briskly, her eyes fixed on the screen. The Alpha’s assistant. Of all the females Ethan could have sent, he’d chosen her. Over the years, they clashed many times. She shut the door and leaned back, deliberately claiming space. Angela flicked her gaze up, assessing her sharply, then returned to her work without so much as a greeting. Fine. Why that snobby wolf needed to be there at all was beyond her.

Angela groggily sat up and made her way to her feet, as she was led out of the plane by her leash and into the back of another black SUV. The short ride was made in silence, as Angela tried to force herself to wake up completely. Once arriving at the mouse, mansion was more like it, Angela was led out of the vehicle and into the house. Another woman but this one collared and dressed in a red silk slip that barely covered her ass cheeks and large breasts, bowed her head as they entered and said softly "Mistress."

"Complete the extraction. Finish what you started. Just let him go." Angela's eyes narrowed, calculating. "You'd sacrifice yourself for him? After he rejected you? After he left you to rot in that cellar?" "Yes." She studied me for a long moment, then her lips curved into a smile. "Of course you would. The perfect fucking vessel. So eager to suffer for others." She shoved Silas aside, his head cracking against the floor. "Fine. Let's finish this." She moved to the controls, overriding the shutdown sequence. The machinery hummed back to life, tubes reconnecting, pumps cycling.

he said, then turned away from her. That was it? All the patience, wisdom, and light in the universe weren’t going to save her. “Congratulations, Señora Herrera. Your home is as beautiful as you and as magnificent as your new husband,” said a woman, dressed in black and crusted with diamonds. She had blood red lips and pale, plastic-looking skin. Her dark eyes oozed with resentment as if she envied Angela’s position as Herrera’s bride. Angela backed away from the woman, returning only a nod of acknowledgment. If the woman wasn’t a vampire, then she obviously aspired to be.

“Dr. Wright, please don’t take this too seriously. If you’re looking for something real, something like love, I’m sorry. That’s not something I can give.” — Angela returned to the living room, where Yuri handed her a fruit platter. She thanked her, speared a piece of melon with a fork, and chewed slowly. Yuri asked with an easy smile, “When’s your birthday?” Angela answered honestly, “August eighth.” In just a few days, she would be turning thirty. A flicker of surprise crossed Yuri’s face. “Not November seventh?” The surprise on Yuri’s face deepened. She went on to ask for Angela’s phone number, ID number, even her bank card number.

Her face littered with freckles and the biggest smile ever. The woman reminded me of Mrs. Cuthbert from Anne of Green Gables. She wore a white blouse and long black skirt; an apron tied neatly around her waist as she entered a set of keys resting on her hip. Along with her came two armed guards both of whom move to stand by the door. Introducing herself to me, I learned her name was Angela. She was the head housekeeper before chasing the guards back outside. Telling them it was inappropriate for them to watch a lady like that. When they try to protest, saying it was direct orders from the Boss does she frown.

In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury. Dynasty’s piercing gaze locked onto Angela, who perched on the edge of her sleek marble desk like a striking silhouette. Her eyes flickered momentarily to Angela’s wild, untamed coils of hair, which framed her face and harmonized with the bold animal print of her silk blouse. Angela’s full, usually playful lips were set in a firm line, reflecting the moment's weight.

“Kurtis loves me. He’s not going to come back to you. No matter what you do.” Angela smirked, tilting her head. “Oh, sweet sister. You always were so naive. Let’s see how long that love lasts once I’m through with you.” I felt my heart constrict as her words sank in. She was planning something, something terrible. Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and two more men entered the room, both dressed in black, their faces hidden beneath masks. My stomach churned with dread as they approached me. “Get her ready,” Angela ordered, her voice icy.