Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

But I wasn't alone for long. Less than five minutes later, the cloth door moved again. Two men walked into the small room. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't help but stare. They were young, incredibly fit, and completely butt naked. One of them was Black, his skin a rich, smooth color that caught the golden light of the lamp. His muscles were large and hard like stone. The other man looked mixed, with light brown skin, sharp hazel eyes, and a broad chest covered in faint tattoos. Both of them were fully, aggressively hard. Their cocks were as hard as rocks, pulsing and pointing straight out in front of them.

However, Killian continued to mock and insult her, his eyes devoid of any remorse. Yifa shut her eyes tightly, placing a hand over her chest in an attempt to still the rapid thumping of her heart. It was merely a dream, an illusion she needed to dismiss. Once she regained her composure, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room enveloping her was adorned in a deep shade of navy blue, housing an expansive king-sized bed. It bore a striking resemblance to Killian 's quarters, complete with a walk-in closet, a spacious bathroom, and a bookshelf crammed with literature and trinkets. Yifa didn't have to exert much mental effort to deduce that this was Black 's domain. The walls were ad

Walking towards the doors, I look outside and my breath catches in my throat. My mate, Alpha Titus Blackwood, stands next to a black Bentley continental. My stomach flips and rolls with what he is wearing. He has a pair of stonewashed blue jeans paired with a baby pink T-shirt. Which is stretched taut over his muscular chest and arms, showing off his full tattooed arm sleeves. His black hair is slicked back. He looks delicious. Aura howls in my head and pants, “Dammmmmn,” she says, and I chuckle at her reaction.

He stated, but Nolan pushed the wheelchair inside, the wall slammed close behind them as soon as they got inside. "Consider this as a secret asset I didn't want you to know about," Nolan replied to him, and he slowly nodded as he looked around the large and beautiful living room. Aside from the beautiful portraits hanging on the wall and the weird black pain with the weird dim light, the only thing Bryant could see were the couches that had bright colors although he couldn't tell the color with just a glance. "What's up with the dark theme? Are you a serial killer?" He scoffed.

The house was more eerily quiet than the castle, though. Eventually, Stace and Susan stopped at a door and led me into a room. It was three times smaller than our chambers in the castle, but I immediately took a liking to it. It gave me a warm reassuring feeling, and gave more of a normal vibe than the chambers back at the castle which screamed royalty all through. The bed was big and looked comfortable, the windows large but high from the ground. The walls were painted black, and when I looked at the rug I saw it was equally black. What was Draven's obsession about the colour black? “My Lady, the bath is this way,” said one of them. I looked at eyes, didn't know if it was Stace or Susan so

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

The butler said while west nodded and walked towards the place where they would be having the breakfast. The dining room was truly to be reckoned with as it was wide and decent,with long table and varieties of chairs arranged in a row. West wasn't surprised to see him there already. He was sitting with straight back,his chest was wide and his muscularity was pronounced under the black coat. He was wearing all black that morning which was the exact opposite of their clothes. West walked to the side of the dining table and made to seat two chairs away from Lincoln but when she dragged the chair out,the butler held onto it.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

the annoying brute's voice could be heard from inside the study room. The butler opened the door and stretched out his hands as a sign for me to go inside, I walked into the room and the door was gently shut closed behind me, the butler left already. Looking around the study room which clamored for nothing but luxury in every bit of it. Books and envelopes were neatly arranged on the shelves, the room was painted with shades of grey and white color with a table and chair close to the center of the room. There were also two couches facing each other in the room and a large window on both sides of the study.

A savage growl echoed, followed by a horrible sound of flesh being torn. Adrian, still in crow form, tilted his head on the branch, watching everything coldly. “Pathetic,” he cawed, bored. The butler tried to crawl away, his hands shaking and his face dirty with earth and blood. His eyes met those of the panther, which now walked slowly toward him, its muzzle dripping with the blood of the wolf it had just killed. “Please…” Blackwell begged. “I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…”