Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

The commotion outside abruptly ceased, and everyone turned their heads in astonishment as Angela stepped forward from the back. "Well, if it isn't the legendary Mrs. Bamford? What's this? Instead of staying quietly in your corner, you've decided to meddle in other people's business?" The woman speaking was someone Angela recognized—Olivia Quimby, who used to tag along with Elena. She had striking features, was dressed head to toe in high-end brands, and exuded the air of a wealthy heiress.

she adds as Katrina moves to stand behind Simone. “I haven’t met you” Angela says, offering her hand to Katrina. “I’m Angela Berry.” “Katrina is working right now. Pleasantries are not in her work description” Simone bluntly responds, narrowing her eyes at Angela. An intimidation move she learnt for Emmett and Lester. “What is the proposition you claim I will be happy to receive?” “My client list has been reduced somewhat because of your new business” Angela begins, pulling a folder out of her briefcase.

“Not anymore, I hate to break it to you, blonde bitch! Antonio is no more that kid you manipulated years ago, he is mine now…and that power….is no longer effective… I will advise you to find a retirement home where you will spend your wretched old years alone” Angela picked up her bag angrily and made to go. “Maybe you missed something there, Angela”. Angela ignored her. “Didn’t I tell you that I worked with Damon? Just like you are…” Angela stood at a pace. Diana smiled at her. “Do you want to talk more maturely now?” Angela turned to her with a warning finger, eyes red with tears and anger. “If you are planning to blackmail me, it won't work, and I don't work with Damon”.

“Not anymore, I hate to break it to you, blonde bitch! Antonio is no more that kid you manipulated years ago, he is mine now…and that power….is no longer effective… I will advise you to find a retirement home where you will spend your wretched old years alone” Angela picked up her bag angrily and made to go. “Maybe you missed something there, Angela”. Angela ignored her. “Didn’t I tell you that I worked with Damon? Just like you are…” Angela stood at a pace. Diana smiled at her. “Do you want to talk more maturely now?” Angela turned to her with a warning finger, eyes red with tears and anger. “If you are planning to blackmail me, it won't work, and I don't work with Damon”.

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

The man bought a drink for the two ladies and left with one to the dance floor leaving the lady in the black dress at the bar. Upon seeing, Angela walk in wearing the black dress, the bartender spiked the drink before serving it to her. Angela, unaware her drink had been spike just continued to drink it. She started feeling like using the washroom. She tapped on the counter and the bartender approached her. “Where can I find the washroom?” Angela asked. “Go down this way. Open the door and walk into the hallway. First door to your left,” the bartender replied and Angela acknowledged. She emptied her glass of drink recalling what Zora had told her before heading in the direction, the bartende

They knock on the door twice and it opens wide before a man who looks like he is in his mid forties, comes into their view. "Good morning, Mr. Taylor! This is my daughter, Itzel! You could not meet her yesterday, right?" Mrs. Singh rants on. "And Itzel, this is Tyberius Taylor! Our new butler here." She introduces him to her. But Itzel keeps her scrutinizing gaze on that poor man who keeps on shifting on his feet while gulping visibly.

Trenton said to him. Linton took out a black card and handed it to Trenton. Trenton took it and placed it in Angela’s hands. “It’s yours, my lady.” He said. “Are you making up for your wrongs?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “Yes, it’s my duty.” He replied. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.” Linton spoke. Trenton waved his hands, signaling him to leave.

Linda's body dropped to the ground, her neck bent to the other side, with her lifeless eyes wide opened. The car doors closed up, and sped off... . "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me." Sarah asked, her face stern. "I'm not." James replied, not sparing her a glance, both his eyes fixed on the side mirror, both his ears perked up. "Yes you are!" Sarah argued.