Black Butler Angela Novels & Stories

Bella murmured in between her tears. "You did, eyeing Alexander. In your eyes, he is only a rich, sexy male you can covet. But darling, he is more than you can imagine. Hah! Humans are punitive beings, they were born not to sit on our heads, but to serve us. I don't care what he is planning for you, but I won't tolerate you for a second," Angela said with a smile. Bella could see her glowing golden eyes, but the pain in her body made her unable to utter a word. "I'll enslave your soul, bye pretty girl," Angela said and choked her while Bella saw a silver knife in Angela's other hand which reached toward her face.

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

He enters the room, Angela is sitting at her chair typing something to her computer. "Baby?" Greeted Angela to the walking figure. The man she is in loved with, the billionaire she has dated several times, the only man who could satisfied her sexual thirst. All the wild nights were amazing, and she is looking forward to another one. It was a little difficult at the beginning, ending their non-existence relationship. Angela has her own definition of relationship in her head, and refusing any 'break up' idea Balthier said to her. Balthier has offered some diamonds, she rejected it.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

Though by human standards he appeared to be only in his fifties, Angel could guess that he was at least two hundred, and all he wanted was what he ever came into the Silver Moon Bar for, a couple of honeydew cocktails and some quiet conversation. Angel was always happy to give him that because he was one of the few people in Silverdale who actually treated her like a person. Gritting her teeth, her shoulders tensed, Angela knew she couldn't simply let the noise slide. Her boss would have her hide if it got back to him.

The detective questioned; Angela's mom remembered the recent incident and brushed her fingers through her hair to cover up the bruise beneath her eye. “Yes, I am fine,” she smiled nervously, then turned around, looking around, “he's not here" “Mam, he never left the house all day.” We know he is here; Beautiful Angela then walked over to the door, confidently wearing her white lace dress, her hair was tied in a bun, and she was wearing a waistcoat leather Jacket. As she stared at the detectives, Angela appeared flawless and beautiful in her eyes. Angela confidently looked at the detective and glanced at her mother.

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

My eyes landed on a small note on the nightstand. “No…” I reached for it with shaky hands, expecting to read something horrible—like Alaric being stupid enough to think he could handle Baelor on his own. ‘I borrowed that handsome man of yours to help me with the berries. Brought you something clean to wear. –Angela’ Reading the note, I let out a long, relieved breath. Angela was one of the elders of Bloodstone Haven. Other than her mouth that couldn’t stay shut for a second, I knew she meant no harm. Alaric would be in good hands with her.

"Clean this mess up. And show our new nanny to her room." "Yes, sir," the butler replied stiffly. Killian took one last look at Bella before walking out of the room, stepping carefully around the pool of blood. As soon as he was gone, Bella let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The butler approached them, his face grim. "Come with me, Miss Arabella. Let's get Angela to her room, and then I'll show you to yours." Bella nodded numbly. What had she gotten herself into?