Black Butler Mal Novels & Stories

“Yet even shot, you appear calm as ever.” “You hoped to trigger my rage?” Caleb asks. “Why?” When the butler says nothing, Caleb starts to glare. This butler is up to something, Caleb knows. There was some type of plan here that didn’t properly formulate to his desired outcome. He clearly wanted to trigger Caleb’s rage, but Caleb has no idea why. If the rage was triggered, Caleb could have killed this man. Is that what he wanted? Did the butler have some kind of death wish? Yet, as Caleb looks at him, and then looks beyond him, he catches sight of a sort of twinkle in the room behind the butler. There. Focusing on it, Caleb sees the glint of metal.

Zandro said rudely then entered the van and everyone became quiet and went inside as well. WHEN they arrived in Spain, Agatha's nervousness doubled. When they got off the plane, they found the two black limousines parked in front of them, and the mystical man wearing a black suit got out of the car. Agatha was surprised when he walked towards her and suddenly bowed "It's so nice to finally meet you, Your Grace. I'm Mauro Balcazar your appointed butler." Agatha was stunned because she couldn't believe she had a butler. "I have a b-butler?!" she asked in shock.

Since the man rarely spoke, that did imply he treasured his words. 'If that's the case, he will tell me about everything, right?' Once the wheelchair was pushed inside the mansion, a butler greeted them by bowing. Seeing a real-life butler managed to bring a brightness to her eyes. "This is Butler Min. If you need anything, just call for him," Hyunjin stated. Butler Min appeared to be in his fifties and wore a stoic expression on his face. She wasn't even able to guess whether or man was fond of her.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

But then his hand is released and the feeling, gone, even as a lone Schutzstaffel jackboot holding a Bible snickers at the back of the room. “Blondi!” cries the Fuhrer now, spinning on his heel. The Alsatian moves obediently with him, staying close at his side. Marenbach, fending off a sudden wave of nausea rippling through him, doesn’t have a chance to reply or even to salute. The small man halts and turns back, the dog turning with him once more. Something catches Marenbach’s eye.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

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.

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle