Black Butler Edward Novels & Stories

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

It happened far faster than Josalyn was prepared for. The director opened the door, and the Studio handler stood there, hand raised, knocking. “Sorry we’re late. The airport traffic was far worse than expected. The delay couldn’t be helped.” He stepped in with a gray-haired man behind him. Edward Black, dressed in a formal suit that matched the groom and groomsmen, stood there. He carried himself with elegance and poise. A proper gentleman. Nothing like the gangster her stepmother spoke of. Josalyn could see she had his eyes and chin. But she’d known that years ago. Her constant struggle was understanding why she resembled and behaved differently from her stepmother. One question solved.

They let go of Yulia and she leaves the room, her head bowed. Dad kisses me on the cheek softly before leaving with his men. "Come find me if you need anything, princess." "Sure Dad." Then he shuts the door with a low click. Alot of crazy things have been happening lately. First, Thelma just up and disappeared. Then Dad starts acting strange. Now Yulia is keeping secrets? Who the hell is Blackstone and why is he so hell-bent on ruining our lives? How can I harbour such hate for a total stranger?

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

he answered as he strolled across the room and into his father's huge mahogany study table, leaning on it coolly like a business man would. Aunt Marcella closed the door giving me a clue that Eriol wasn't behind her. She sat on a chair beside mine and looked surprisingly concerned. "Now, what do you want to discuss about?" she said, glancing back at her step-son. "I want you to fire the butler, " he stated, tone edgy and grave. No hint of humor or even hesitation, just straight-to-the-point order. I shot him a questioning glare instantaneously. He responded me with a business-like look.