Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

Damian Blackwood, shirtless and smug, was not something my already-fractured sanity needed before breakfast. The staircase creaked softly beneath my feet as I descended, my bare soles barely making a sound against the polished wood. Halfway down, I nearly collided with one of the servants carrying a stack of neatly folded towels. White, fluffy, expensive-looking. One of them was smaller, pastel blue, embroidered with tiny clouds. Angela’s. The woman smiled warmly, the kind of smile that assumed familiarity instead of questioning it. “Welcome back, madam.” Madam. The word hit me harder than the pillow I’d assaulted Damian with minutes ago.

Lisa on the other end of the call answered , and Angela smiled. “Hello Lisa, my name is Angela Dalton, and I have an offer for you,” Angela said calmly, and what followed was silence. “Angela Dalton? I thought you went missing,” Lisa mocked. "Well, I am back, aren’t I? And now we both have one common goal, and that is to end your good for nothing, cousin,” Angela said with anger seething through her voice. “You want to end her, but that would not be easy, you know; she is married to Ryan Blaqk,” Lisa said.

I straighten up, and I am met with the sight of a beautiful lady smiling at me. “Jane Williams?” I stared blankly at her first before I remembered that's my name for now. “Yes,” She smiles even wider and stretches out her arm for a handshake. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Angela, personal assistant to the chief designer and owner of Callier accessories.” I accept her handshake with a big smile on my face. “I am flattered.” She turns to the guard and hands him the invitation with a stern look in her eyes. “That's the invitation! Stop frightening people and try to smile, that's if people don't run away at the sight.”

Angela asked excitedly, her enthusiasm making Ashleigh smile shyly. “I’m Ashleigh Hartman. It’s nice to meet you too,” Ashleigh responded timidly. Angela moved closer, allowing Ashleigh to get a better look at her. Angela wore a cropped cotton sweater, a skirt, and flat shoes, with her maroon hair pulled back in a ponytail. An ID card hung around her neck, and a customized school pin adorned her sweater. “You don’t have to be afraid. Unlike Cassidy here, I don’t bite... unless you want me to,” Angela said with a wink, causing Ashleigh to gasp slightly. Angela’s playful remark elicited a laugh from her.

Angela said coldly The wolves left with a malicious look in their eyes ------ Angela is the middle maid can be said to be Lilith's top boss, looks average but 'ambition' is very big, it is not too much to say that this bastard is a lustful bitch, especially for students! His resentment towards Lilith wasn't just for a day or two, because the curiosity of a teenager in the rutting phase of his youth was not usually big, which was exactly what Angela had in mind. 'Ambition', but due to Lilith's appearance everything changed and they started to become disinterested in Angela and turned to Lilith instead. It was because of this that Angela made things difficult for Lilith at every turn.

The words came out with deliberate softness. Angela’s worry overpowered her suspicion. She bolted for the kitchen. “I’m coming! Why are you in the— BAAM!” A brutal blow slammed into the back of her head. Everything faded to black as she hit the floor, face-first. “I’m sorry, Angela. I really am,” the Old Madam said. She got up from where she’d been pretending to collapse, dusted off her dress, and grinned as she high-fived Valour. He stepped out from behind the door, holding a bloody baseball bat.

But tonight, she told herself, she would change that. A voice came from behind her. “Mrs. Blackwood?” Angela turned sharply. A man stepped out from the shadows. Tall, dressed in a dark coat, his face half-hidden beneath a cap. He looked simple, but his eyes were steady, confident. “You’re the one who messaged me?” Angela asked, her voice trembling. “Yes,” the man said quietly. “And I know what Bryan Blackwood truly is.” Angela’s breath hitched. “Then tell me,” she whispered, stepping closer.

Torin explained to Lyra that Angela was a famous stylist who had been highly sought after by socialites and ladies in recent years. However, when Lyra met Angela, she was surprised. She thought Angela was a girl, but it turned out Angela was a... man? Angela raised an eyebrow, "Oh, what brings Torin here personally?" Torin smiled, "I hope she becomes the most beautiful girl at tonight's banquet. Do you have a way?" Angela seemed to have an intense penetrating gaze as she assessed Lyra from head to toe several times, seemingly scrutinizing every detail without missing a single hair.

“I’m the Young Master’s butler, Miss Lucy. And I know Miss Angela. She’s the girlfriend of the Young Master.” “Shut up! Can’t you see the engagement ring that I’m wearing? Lucifer and I are getting married any soon now. And for now on, you’ll all call me Miss Angela, okay? Not Lucy, I am Angela.” I said which made all of them look at each other, confused. “Do you understand me?!” “Yes, Miss Angela.” They all said except from Sam so I looked at him, “Do you understand, butler Sam?” He heaved a sigh then bowed, “I understand.”

please note that James St patrick in this story line will also be called Jamie or Ghost st patrick and Angela will also be called Angie Paz is Angela's best friend Aaron is Paz's son,Tommy is James Elder brother and Kanan is James smaller brother and Tasha is James cousin. Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance.