Black Butler Ciel Twin Novels & Stories

Lhyrys laughed while looking down at Cedric who somehow understood what is happening. "Am I… connected to you in some way before?" Cedric asked. "Oh! It's rude to not introduce ourselves, right? I am Lhyrys Jhaymes Solano, Khyrsy's twin brother. This big man here is our butler, Dominic. And this beautiful lady whom I know you already know is my twin sister, Khrystyanna Solano… Valentine." Lhyrys rolled his eyes at the mention of the last name attached to his sister.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

Cecilia tapped her fingers on the glass table before her. "What do you mean my lady?" A confused expression laid on Jordan's face. "Because you earned a bonus. You're a dad" she exclaimed as she clapped her hands. "I don't get it my lady." "You're a father of twins. Blessing's children are yours. Haven't you figured out the fact that they look like you? Now think about the time when Austin finds out that they are not his. Tsk tsk…with no antidote and no one to fight for…he'll surely die two deaths for sure" Cecilia sipped her coffee and leaned on the chair as she crossed her legs elegantly.

It wasn’t until I felt Lucifer’s gaze thickening and pressing against me that I tore my attention away from Raven. Lucifer was already closing the long distance between us. “Welcome,” the butler said with a respectful bow, drawing his attention for a bit. It was insane, really, how different they were. A stark contrast in every possible way, yet they were twins. It almost felt like they’d been raised by different families, in different worlds…. maybe even different species.

A thousand voices echoed her title, distant citadels and hidden strongholds trembled. Kaelia wiped tears from her cheek as she guided the twins forward. “It is time,” she whispered. The children stepped into the cradle, the floor’s runes flared in welcoming light. Their eyes, silver and obsidian, glowed with unearthly intelligence far beyond their years.

"Not this time Victor, not this time... you do know my secretary right? "Is she the woman sir" he asked. "That's why I'm confused Victor...she has an identical twin.... look into their past lives , look better into the birth records of the child.... his name is Ryan...please do it urgently Victor and report back to me" I ordered as I disconnected the call. I need to see Ryan...its been a while I saw him and my heart ached because ot it. "Evelyn I need you to drop off some files in the office" I said as I called Evelyn.

Butler Grey’s face paled. “Badly, Alpha.” That single word was enough to make Zaden go still, the air around him seemed to go frigid. In one fluid motion, he rose from his chair, the leather seat creaking softly behind him. His expression remained unreadable, but the air around him tightened, going taut with each passing second. Butler Grey was the first to descend the staircase, his steps light and his hands clasped neatly behind his back. His tailored charcoal suit hung sharply over his broad frame, and the silver ring on his index finger gleamed in the candlelight.

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t

"You look like the reason any of them are breathing." "Victor." She looked past me. Standing at the edge of the field were the twins. They weren't babies anymore. They hadn't been babies for four centuries. They were towering figures of light and fur, shifting effortlessly as they breathed. One second, a young man with my jawline; the next, a silver wolf with eyes like the Spire. Behind them stood thousands. The Blackwood Line. A race of beings that didn't need to choose between the meat and the spirit. They were both.