Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

Angela shrieked at him. “I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m speaking based on the evidence that I see before my own eyes. As a senior butler for the Rosenhall household, I report directly to the Elders. I strongly advise you to watch both your words and actions, Madame Angela,” Reiner stated his warning coldly before bending down to pick up shards of Angela’s broken teacup. “Have you slept with him too?!” Angela shouted as she pointed an accusing finger at Reiner.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Everyone was busy with the work which left her alone. Angela stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was donning a beautiful white gown, just like that of a princess. Her hair was in a neat bun, elegant makeup, and she looked extremely beautiful. She wondered if Luca would like it or not. The girl was still admiring her reflection when she heard a heavy thud and her eyes snapped on the window. Angela's jaw slacked, finding Luca dressed in his perfect black tux standing near the window immobile with his eyes fixed on her.

Either that more punishment had arrived, or her relief had come. "What's the problem, Angela?" She asked, seeing that Angela was still conversing with the person at the door without letting him or her in. She had presumed it would be a member of her family. "A minute," Angela talked a few more minutes before closing the door and walking back to sit on the bed. "Who was that?" "It was the butler. Madam Yates said you didn't feel like attending the party so he came to check if you are sick, or if you don't just feel like it," Angela replied.

The clicking of heels echoes around her as she watches a young lady walking towards her before stopping a few feet away, smiling. Her waist long hairs cascade all around her as she bends down to look at Soralina, her dark black eyes shimmering in sadistic excitement as she grins. Angela Raphael. "Hello Soralina. I have been waiting to meet you." _______________________

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

"Corned beef please." Angela ordered the Corned beef for the boy and Bethany and a boba tea for herself. "you two are already getting along so well." Bethany marked. Her son was too shy to properly interact with strangers or even towards the people he knew. It was surprising how Adrian would soften up with Angela in the shortest time. "Don't tell me you are jealous." Angela teased, sipping the bubble tea. Bethany just laughed heartily. "Does your subordinates know you are such a childish brat?" Angela asked. Bethany had always been diligent just like her, they were two geeks with good looks. Bethany was exceptionally good looking with her brilliant baby blue eyes and long chocolatey hair.

Black smoke spread across the road before a lone figure emerged from within, walking toward her. A terrified whimper escaped Angela. She staggered backward seeing her sworn enemy in all her dark glory. Those dark blue eyes. Blonde hair dancing wildly in the wind. The flowing black gown. None of it could deceive her. This wasn't Luna Beatrice. It was Kesha. The black witch smiled at her. A wicked smile. “Finally, we meet, Angela Armstrong.”

No wonder all the men black are wearing armoured suits. I try not to but my gaze wanders back to Blake. I am struck by how serene he looks in his sleep. A lock of hair falls over his thick dark brows and I am tempted to run my fingers through them so it is a good thing that I am strapped in place. How can someone so handsome be so mean? Angela climbs in, her movements sluggish. The silver liquid is slowing her down already. I whisper her name,” Angela…Angela!” She does not look at me. Her head is downcast and she collapses onto her seat. Larry comes in next and Angela’s head slumps on his shoulder the moment he is buckled in. Larry zonks off soon after.

She equally was forced into this marriage so Nathan behaving like the only victim isn’t fair on on her, She didn’t expect love at first sight but a little compassion and respect shouldn’t hurt from someone who going live with her for the next 2-5 years. Angela Baker is a very beautiful chubby woman with a full figured body. Her hair is long, shiny and silky whilst her eyes are big and brown with beautiful thick eyebrows and long lashes. Angela has a fair skin that can make you think she shades her skin every full moon like a reptile and baths in milk. Her beauty is like that of the African moon goddess because it shines even in the darkest hour. “Angela are ready?” “Yes just give me a minute