Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

She watched me from the corner of her eye and smiled slightly while Lydia's back was turned. "Clothes off, Little Bird." Angela followed the order and removed her uniform, folding each piece before laying them to the side. Her slender body was so different from the woman Damian had worked with earlier. Angela was thin, with small breasts. Her well-toned figure showed off gentle curves. "Walk over to the ring and hold it with your hands. Legs spread." I watched her take ahold of the eye-level ring. Lydia hit a switch and the ring rose higher until Angela's arms stretched above her head. My balls tightened, and my cock hardened.

Silas carefully made his way to her until he halted. Angela was standing in front of a large black wolf, who had just unmounted her. She was in a complete trance until he affectionately nuzzled her, and she gazed at him with utmost devotion. The black wolf looked at Silas with a knowing smirk, then returned his focus to Angela. He voicelessly instructed her to sit, which she heeded. Draven towered over her and rested his chin on her head, mocking his despairing nemesis.

The butler looked defeated as he didn’t know what to do with their young miss. Angela chuckled as she heard their bickering and was in a good mood. “Finally, Uncle Max has been defeated,” Angela said, making the butler glare at her back as Angela spoke without turning back. “Aren’t you afraid that your mother will beat you when she finds out?” the butler asked, and Princess shook her head.

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h

She had white hair and looked frail. Angela went to the bed and leaned down, “Hi Mercy, how are you feeling?” Mercy spoke with a scratchy voice, “I’m doing okay, your highness. Thank you for coming.” Angela smiled and reached into her pocket again. She pulled out a vile and handed it to Mercy. “Same medicine and I hope it helps.” Miranda hugged her, “Thank you, your majesty.”

She’s still pretty. “Mr. Townsend. Thank you for seeing me,” she said as she closed the door. She was only an inch or two shorter than Harry in heels. And, boy, she could still wear a pair of stilettos. Angela’s once jet-black hair was now brownish. It was in a French twist. Her cappuccino skin was still flawless as it was years ago. “What is this Mr. Townsend mess?” he asked with slight confusion. When Angela had left his employment, they had gotten close – too close.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

Right, love Whatever that was " Till next disappearing He gave one last look at his beautiful mate before disappearing * * * A cold wet Sensation had Angela jolting out of her unconscious state. Her mother's angry face was the first thing she saw " Are you in your senses Angela?" Angy new her mother must be really pissed too since that was the only time she ever calls her by her full name " can you no longer take a bath by yourself, just look how worried you made me. I almost had your father call an ambulance"

His damp, ink-black hair clung messily to his forehead and jaw, framing a face carved from absolute perfection and terrifying, unyielding authority. Dante stopped dead at the threshold of the bathroom, his bare feet planted firmly on the cold wooden floorboards. His piercing silver eyes locked instantly onto Angela, glittering with a dark, predatory light that made the air in the room instantly heavy, hot, and unbreathable. He didn't look surprised to see her standing there frozen in his domain. In fact, he looked like a patient, calculating hunter who had just watched his favorite prey willingly walk straight into the center of his trap, sealing her own doom with a sweet, pathetic ignorance

What if this is a scam? "Samsara Angela Sakura. Half Filipino, Half Japanese. Based on the report I'm holding right now, you were fired earlier due to customer service mishandling of an exclusive VIP partner of your company. I can also clearly see that before exiting the office, you almost emptied half of the shelves in your pantry's office. Am I right?" I was stunned and couldn't speak. How does she know all of that legally? "Wait a minute! Who are you? Are you some kind of thug?" I angrily said.