Black Butler Gregory Violet Novels & Stories

Violet walked towards her, and happily hugged her from behind, but a sharp grip on her hand made her squeal in pain. “Betty…why??” She asked as she struggled to free herself from her grip. Betty smiled, dipped her hand into her pocket and forced something down Violet's throat. Violet coughed so hard as the object traveled down her throat. “I have just fed you the Viper's throng, a deadly poison. I have taken care of you all this while, it's time to make use of you.” Betty smirked as she pushed Violet to the floor. She crossed her palms on her abdomen and walked around Violet who groaned in pain.

Gregory says. Mr. Blanc sits in silence, seemingly weighing out his options. Rearing his head, he spits on Gregory's face. "Go to hell, you dragon loving bastard." I clench my fist, my blood boiling. Flavius and Neron both stiffen beside me, Daniel, however, is close to striking. Quickly, I run to Daniel, stopping him from attacking the butcher. Holding him back in my arms, I glance at Gregory, his face as calm as ever. Wiping the spit, he looks to me.

It was late at night when Xavier left the Ziegler residence and returned to his own residence. In front of the black ornate gate, a white car was parked, and the person behind the wheel—someone he would recognize even from a mile away—was none other than Violet. He eased the black Bentley to a stop, rolled down his car window, then turned to Violet and asked, "What do you want from me, Violet?" Violet got out of her car, walked over to the black Bentley, opened the passenger-side door, and slid into the front passenger seat.

" I closed my eyes, processing. Vivienne had attempted to murder us. Her own son. She had met my eyes and issued the command. There would be no coming back from that. No reconciliation, no truce. This was war now. “She won’t let it go,” I said softly. "No. She won't." Gregor stooped, his elbows resting on his knees. “That’s why I’m going to make you a deal.” I opened my eyes. "What kind of deal?"

He blurred away like a simple illusion and all in a second a pale skinned, tailed person pounced. The tailed white haired butler jumped upon 008, his long elegant claws digging into her chest and without even effort ripping her apart. The shadow dispersed into nothingness the moment she was ripped apart and all that dropped was a silver-gray orb. 019 felt cold. So cold, if there was a face on him perhaps they would have conveyed the emotions that danced inside of his body, perhaps they would speak of the hatred that began to burn as he looked up at the white haired butler that had already pounced.

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

“Yes, Boss, I checked the CCTV footage and I interrogated the butler who served the drinks that Mary gave Violet…..” “Mary gave Violet a drink?” Vincenzo Interrupted his speech. “She took it from a butler that was passing by according to the footage….” I stepped out of the closet and Gio stopped talking, Vincenzo gave him a sign to continue and he continued, “but after interrogating them they confessed that it was planned, Violet was their target but you drank what was meant for her,” my heart sank at that last sentence, even after knowing the truth, I still won't be able to confront her, I didn't think twice before killing her husband, I needed my freedom so badly he was my bait and now Vin

The kind of choice that ruins lives beautifully. My eyes move again, landing on Lucien Blackwell. The vampire heir stands beside the crescent fang symbol in complete stillness. His inky black hair falling slightly over his amber eyes, his features sharp and unreadable. Everything about him feels controlled, deadly. Even from across the room, he unsettles me. Like standing too close to the edge of something deep enough to swallow you whole.

What is happening with me. " Hello, I am Ace Black. Nice to meet you, Violet." the boy introduced himself as Ace holding his hand forward for a shake I looked at his hand then at him " Don't worry, I don't bite unless you want me to." he teasted with a panty melting smile on his face.