Black Butler Names Novels & Stories

said the Princess. "He is very skilled, your Majesty, more than those men but I have been training my whole life," I replied. "Most curious, his accent or the way he speaks, is not familiar. What is your family name, young man?" the advisor asked me. "Black. My name is Marcus Black," I replied. "I want him cleaned up and brought to my chambers. Give him more to wear than that potato sack. Captain, he is not to be harmed, do you understand?"

As soon as Roger answered his phone a loud roar of Mr. Ricardo the butler of the Woods family as he can't supressed his anger towards him. "Hiw dare you "Roger Reaganns" do you know who am I? I'm Ricardo Maslow the infamous butler of Woods family! How dare you threatened my Young Lord? Are you tired of living? Just tell me I will give you a swift death as soon as posible!" The old butler was enraged. When he received a phone call from his Young lord that there was someone dared threatened his life. He began to excude a murderous aura.

Black shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels as he smiled shyly at her, "you do call me 'Mr. Fantastic'. I think I have the right to give you a pet name too." Black almost lost his balance as soon as these words left his lips. Bianca's scent now filled the entire room. He had to put a hand to cover his nose and his lips not to lose more control and to risk committing the irreparable with her. Bianca crossed her arms on her chest and bit her lip.

Meanwhile, Luliyah felt confused about being left alone. She looked at Kelvin's back with a look of reluctance and a little panic. Kelvin was the only person she knew in this house and now the man left her with servants she didn't know. Seeing the panic in Luliyah's eyes, the middle-aged woman immediately held her hand gently, trying to calm her down. "Madame, I am Binta. I am the butler of this house." The middle-aged woman said. "Don't call me madam, ma'am. Just call me Luliyah." Luliyah answered, smiling faintly.

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

There was already three cups at the table and a pot of tea sitting along with a plate of cookies in the middle. "Now I hope you're not going to stay distracted over the fish their whole visit," Aurelio teased him playfully to announce our presence. I heard the guy over the koi pond chuckle and rise to his feet, sitting the bottle of fish food down by his tea. He turned to look our way then and reached out an arm to greet us with a shake. Taking in his appearance I was glancing into red mirroring eyes and dark brown hair that was natrually curly and cut short to bring out his strong shaping jaw line. It was like I was looking into a mirror but with slight different features. Unbelievable. He

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

But they are not a suggestion either. Lilith Ashbourne stands next, as if she had anticipated the exact moment he would move. “Lead the way, Veyne.” There is a faint edge to the way she says his surname. Not in mockery or challenge, but there'ssomething there i can't quite place yet. Its testing. He does not rise to it. I look from one to the other. Interesting. Her butler steps forward in tandem, brown-haired, unremarkable at first glance, the kind of face you could pass in a crowd and forget seconds later. That unsettles me more than sharp features would have for some reason. I can't seem to retain her features out of view.

She looks back at me with such sadness. We move down the line to an older white gentleman. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Tanya. I’m Jeffery the butler, among many other things. “Nice to meet you, Jeffery.” “We move down to a young black lady. “My name is Elisa. I’m the maid and helper. You can call on me anytime you need me, Ms. Tanya.” “Thank you,” I say to her as we move down the line. There are only two people still standing in line, and they are dressed in regular clothes.

He smiles as he says, “Well, well, ladies. It’s nice to have you.” I hear one of the girls giggle behind me, causing him to smirk. He is handsome, but I don't know how you could giggle at him during a time like this. The man that had been holding our leashes hands them over to the well-dressed man and says, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Black.” He nods as the man walks away, leaving us with him. His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.”