Black Butler Charles Grey Novels & Stories

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

I guessed it was so damn effective because Gray took the deepest breath and let go of the bastard’s collar—who was still laughing at him even though his face was almost destroyed. Charles didn’t even fight back even though I knew damn well that he had the strength to kill Gray, too. I wondered why. Did he do all of these just because he wanted to piss Gray off? “I am telling you, bastard. Don’t even try to touch Serena Ambers. If you fucking did, mark my fucking words. You will fucking face death.”

They welcomed me with open arms, their eyes crinkling at the corners. "Delighted to meet you, my dear," one of them said, taking my hand. Ethan excused us with a charming smile. "If you'll excuse us, gentlemen, we have a lot of people to greet." As we moved through the crowd, Ethan leaned in, his voice low. "See, rich people aren't all bad." I smiled up at him, my eyes sparkling. "Maybe." “There’s my grandpa’s butler, Albert.” he pointed at a liveried waiter, Albert, carrying a tray of champagne glasses in hand. "Good evening, Mr. Grey."

His fucking boss traumatized me throughout the whole night, and he's trying to blame me? “He's down with a fever,” Fumbling for the meds I got at the hospital, I toss them at them man who is obviously a butler. Killan had one, too. “Use these for him, make sure his water is warm, and make sure he doesn't have chicken soup.” Alexander chuckles softly, still in my arms. “Mr. Grey,” his butler reaches for him, holding his waist tightly. “I'll take it from here.” He tells me, still eying me suspiciously. “You can leave.”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Charles signals Tom to stay back and rolls his chair into the shadow of the pines behind the Alpha. “What is it you wish to discuss, Blackthorne?” Charles asks, stopping a few feet away. Kaelen stops dead in his tracks. In one blinding, lightning-fast motion, he turns, lunges forward, and grabs Charles by his thick velvet collar, hoisting his upper body completely out of his wheelchair with brutal, terrifying strength. “Did my previous warning sound like a joke to you?” Kaelen snarls, his face inches from Charles’s pale, choking face.

Lucian’s jaw tightened, and he shot back, "I’m not afraid of Ainsley." Before Lucian could speak again, Grey reached for his cane, slamming it against Lucian’s back. The sting shot through Lucian’s body, but he refused to flinch. The butler stepped in. "Alpha Astra, please calm down," he urged, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the room. Grey wasn’t backing down. "You will stay away from her," he ordered, his eyes burning with authority. Lucian’s fists clenched tighter. He stared at his grandfather, defiance flickering in his gaze. "I’m not going to listen to you on this, Grandpa."

It’s safer this way; however, today is different. He isn't sure what came to him, but when he hears a knock on the motel room he's staying, he didn't even hesitate to open the door. "Charles?" The celebrity squints, he's not gonna lie. He's confused now. Did he drink too much whiskey or is his former butler seriously here? "Good morning, Sir..." The butler smiles at him. Gold chokes. He hasn't seen Charles in years. He lost the butler when he decided to hire Andrei.