Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

I say. I’ve always wondered what his home would look like. It suits him perfectly. He’s carried the black and grey theme inside and he has exquisite taste—well, his designer does. The rich wooden floors and staircase are stained in a dark charcoal grey. The wrought-iron bannisters are black. There are bright paintings framed in black on every wall, adding colour to the space. “I still can’t believe I’m actually here with you” I say quietly.

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

"Then let's go show the Alpha what a real Sterling looks like." The boardroom was a theater of glass and cold ambition. At the far end of the massive table sat a man who looked like he had been carved out of granite. Ryder Blackwood didn't wear a suit; he wore a dark leather jacket over a black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, scarred forearms. His eyes were a startling, predatory amber. Beside him sat Juliet.

“I'm just here to ask if you're comfortable with your room. If there is anything that you would like to change, just tell me.” “Ah, about that, it was good. I'm comfortable with the room, especially the bed, however, I'm not comfortable with the curtains. Could you please change those red curtains to white? Also the bed sheets too, it was red that which made me think that it was a bridal chamber. I don't like the color so I have to trouble you to change it to white or it would also be good if it's black.” I started with a polite smile. The butler was silent for a minute as if he was thinking about whether he should change it or not, then after he decided, he smiled at me again and answered,

The yellow light was relaxing, along with the black and white marble floor and walls. Is this his unit’s motif? I don’t know. I didn’t examine it last night because I was too focused on Ryu’s kisses. And this morning, I was focused again on his naked body sprawled out in front of me. And I feel guilty, that I didn’t even take the time to examine how beautiful his unit is. I was right; Ryu’s unit’s motif was black and white. Simple, yet elegant and powerful. Ryu doesn’t have too many things. Aside from the fridge, television, and audio component that was displayed in his living area.

The high-pitched sound instantly drew everyone’s attention, turning their heads to look behind them. It was the sound of the elevator moving, making them curious about the impending arrival. Approximately twenty minutes later, Stanley Batton appeared in front of everyone with three bodyguards dressed in black. He wore a long black wool coat, a black belt, a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of black leather shoes. His skin appeared unusually fair in the stark contrast between black and white, creating a strong visual effect.

Then again, when am I ever in a good mood for school? I changed in some gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt that said 'I'm one hell of a butler' and a picture of Sebastian on top of the quote with his index finger on his smiling lips signaling anyone to shut up, and his eyes a glowing red. Shit, I love Black Butler so much. I decided to take my car today to school, I am not in the walking mood today. I walked towards my black BMW M3, also known as, Bassy. Don't judge me.

I was impressed. As we arrived, I took a moment to survey the room. The atmosphere was somber, with an overwhelming sense of aged decay. Black dominated the space, from the dark filigree of century-old wallpaper to the tattered, velvet drapes surrounding the four-poster bed. The Victorian-style furniture, all in black, seemed to absorb what little light there was, casting the room in a dark, foreboding shroud.