Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

Silas's POV: I sighed as I felt the sun going down and got to my feet. I hadn't been able to sleep well during the day today.... I ran my fingers through my hair and walked over towards my closet. It's high time that I went out to clear my head up. I think I'll hit up a nightclub and have some fun.... I smirked at the idea of sinking my fangs into some helpless human tonight then grabbed my street clothes I never really let my brothers see, a pair of purple and black suspenders, a black long sleeve button up shirt, my jeans, and my Black Butler belt I had gotten a few months ago. Yeah, I watch anime... just not around anyone else. It's my secret.... I stripped, dropping my pajamas on the flo

Hector arrogantly stated before walking out of the mansion. Leila scoffed as Butler Henry heaved a deep sigh. “Who is that man, Butler Henry? I don’t like him…” Leila unconsciously blurted out. “Watch your words, Miss Leila. That man that you are talking about is Master Hector Black… He is Master Hunter’s older brother.” Butler Henry stated – causing her eyes to bulge out of its sockets. ‘What the-’ Now, that explains why they have the same deep ocean blue eyes.

The sun is slowly sinking at the heart to the horizon and the cloak of darkness started to cover the Brethren City along with the sparkling constellations emerging in the night sky. The chefs, maidservants, and butlers are busy preparing the family's dinner. Inside the dining hall of Aslanovs' manor decorated with an exquisite golden chandelier, a sumptuous feast was served on the large long table. All the servants were wearing the same color, black suits. The master chefs, butlers, and maids were dressed in black uniforms as if they were lamenting over someone's funeral. The ambiance reigning the place was gloomy and cheerless.

Below the knife-shaped eyebrows, there is a pair of deep eyes that are thick and cold. Blink lightly, and the aura is cold. It really is a good time to come. Mary Kinson raised his eyebrows gently. Beverly Kinson just hopes that he does not notice this farce right now, "William Black, have you eaten yet?" William Black paused, not looking at him. The thin lips curled up the radian, and Black looked at the older Tama, "Hello, Grandmother."

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

He stood there with a few papers in his hand as he watched me with a deep frown. I felt myself gulping under the intensity of his eyes, even from standing half away across the room. They stood out alarmingly against his dark hair, impossible to miss. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked, tossing the papers onto the table. My eyes wandered the length of his large office. The dominating black colour is what I noticed first. Black with gold embedded around, a mix of modern and vintage. The black wooden boards gleamed, sparkling against the hues if sunlight that poured into the room. Plain and cold, very much like him. But I couldn't help but remember the same colours coated him, when he was

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Black insisted. “I felt a flutter at your game,” Grey answered dully and sat down. Black was left speechless, standing where he was. Feeling uneasy with what he felt, Blue approached Katleya from behind and hugged her as she cooked. Purple squealed with delight at the sight. She even signaled Black to take a photo of them, but her brother seemed dazed and didn’t notice, so she took the picture herself. “What’s wrong?” Blue whispered to Katleya. “Nothing,” she answered quickly.

Above, the sky was clear and calm, not a single cloud in sight. The space itself was breathtaking. Cream walls with champagne accents, Silk curtains glowed in the sunlight, adding a soft glow to the room and a soft pink velvet couch sat near the windows. Fresh orchids and white roses filled the room with a calming, almost spa like scent. A custom glass desk stood at the center, clear and commanding. Her initials were already engraved into the nameplate. Katherina Blackwood. Executive Director – Blackwood Philanthropy. She touched the plaque gently, almost like it was something sacred. It shone beneath her fingers.