Black Butler Edward Novels & Stories

He was going to have to work hard on winning him over. *** Edward was happy to see his father already sitting at the table in the dining room when the butler announced dinner was ready. “I just got back,” Lord Grey said and stood up to pull him in for a hug. Lord Grey was very affectionate despite his stern appearance. He always looked like he was frowning and was about to tell someone off. Edward had always been slightly scared of him until he had been old enough to understand that some people show their love differently. “What do you think about the situation?” Edward asked once they were all seated at the table.

Grabbing his phone out of his pocket in haste, he dialed the number of Evelyn before placing the phone near his ear, his eyes unconsciously drifting to red spot on the mattress making him avert his pupils the very next second. "Fucking pick the phone, Eve. " He growled under his breath. On not finding any response from her, he threw his phone against the wall in anger before walking out of the house in haste, his mind messed up. *** Slamming the door open of her house, Edward rushed inside with rage written all over his face, his eyes searching around for her. The butler, hearing the chaos, came out of the kitchen, startled seeing Edward there. "Sir? Madam Evelyn had forbidden us to let you

I exchanged glances with Daniel, who peered at me from behind the doorframe, and Mom who cautiously peeked from the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a towel. Slowly, I walked to the door and turned the knob. A tall man stood outside, sharply dressed in a black butler’s uniform — a tailcoat and gloves, complete with a silver pocket watch that glinted under the sun. For a moment, he looked like he had walked right out of a 19th-century film. “Good day, miss, I believe I’m at the Edwards residence?” he said, bowing slightly. His English accent was thick and refined. “Good day, sir,” I replied, trying to suppress my shock. “You’re at the Edwards’ residence.”

“Hello again, young Damon. May I inquire; do you always speak with inanimate objects?” Damon froze, the plastic (abused) ends of the rake resting innocently over the ground, when the boy dropped it sheepishly. His pale face giving a twitch of discomfort as wispy lashes fluttered up to meet the crinkled grin of the man before him. “You’re that butler guy—Edmund.” “Indeed I am, young one.” Edmund said with a grin. “However, that doesn’t answer my inquiry. It’s polite to answer your elders, though I suppose if you don’t, I could always pretend I’m a hip twenty-something again.”

"Good. Now stop crying in bed and go be a bad bitch. Call me later." The line went dead before I could even argue. I threw the phone onto the bed and let out another long sigh. Lila always made things sound so damn easy; like men were dogs that just needed a bone and a whistle, and they’d come running like good little doggies. But Edward wasn’t like other men. He was sharp. Cold. Calculated in everything he did. I got out of bed and grabbed the black nightie as I looked into the mirror. I held it up against me, tilting my head.

Ethan stood on the spiral staircase, looking down at him as if he were a rat crawling out of the gutter. "Bastard," Ethan mouthed silently. "Shut up!" Edgar screamed, sweeping everything off the table onto the floor. "Why are you the esteemed heir of The Blackwood Family? Why does everyone only acknowledge you?" "I'm also a Blackwood by blood! Why?" "In the end, you just got lucky being born into it. What else do you have over me?!" Edgar laughed maniacally. Five minutes later, his assistant Brent nervously pushed the door open, only to gasp at the chaos inside the lounge. "Mr. Sullivan..."

“I know, Edward. But we need to find a way to deal with Williams that doesn’t involve violence. This has to stop.” He nodded again, looking determined. “I’ll follow your lead, Allison. Whatever you need, I’m here.” I gave him a small, tired smile. “Thank you. Just… no more fighting, okay?” He chuckled softly. “No more fighting. Promise.” I stared at Edward, trying to reconcile the man before me with the legend he was in our world. In the realm of espionage, Edward Blackwood was a force. People feared him, whispered his name with of awe and envy. His skills were unmatched, his strategic mind a lethal weapon. But here, standing in his apartment, he was just a man, vulnerable and raw, his eyes

He spat bitterly, “Boss Edward! If you’re interested in this woman, just go for it. I’ll take care of Butler Yates.” Edward glanced coldly at the hobbling newcomer. He stepped forward and slapped the bandaged man, knocking the latter to the ground. He sneered, “Brat, you’re just a slave. Stop misleading me!” “If something happens to her, Butler Yates will ruin me!” Edward shuddered when he thought of Butler Yates’s methods. Unless ordered, he didn’t dare to fool around. The bandaged man on the ground convulsed in pain. He kept saying, “Boss Edward, I’m just thinking about you. If you don’t want it, just pretend I never said anything.”

Several windows are half opened in the front part of the mansion, and everything about this place feels void empty and damnright terrifying for some reason. A huge number of people dressed in black with rifles in their hands are standing on their spots as some are strolling in the open space in front of the mansion. And all of them.. Every single one of them backed away one step as they bowed to Edward before they went back to their previous positions. He indeed is a higher up in the bratva... "Hold my arm, Liana." Edward instructed me, and I didn't argue as his voice surprisingly strict serious even. He holds out his elbow to me, and every signal in my brain tells me to snub the request. Bu

He picked up the Butterfly knife on the ground, squatted beside Edward, and held the knife in his hand, which made Edward look straight. He knows too little about his brother. Now seeing the other side of Terrence Edmin, my mood is very complicated. Where the hell is Snow? Edward, you probably don't want me to directly insert this knife into your heart! "Terrence Edwin's tone was cold, and the look at Edward was like looking at a corpse. You killed me Edward is not afraid of death at all. He raised his forehead slightly and said, "If you kill me, you won't want to find that woman again in your life