Romans & histoires Black Butler

" It's Mr. Black." " Good morning sir. How may I help you today?" Her voice is a different tone all of a sudden. " Did you interview Ms. Alderson today?" " Um… I'm not In charge of today's interview. Let me put you through to Matilda. One second sir." She says. " I'm waiting." After two beeps, a new voice comes through. " This is Matilda. Good morning Mr. Black." " Did you interview Ms. Alderson today? Brunette, dark brown eyes, olive skinned..." I go straight to the point.

A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried to meet me. My eyes swept over the rows of cars, all customized and the peak of luxury. I pointed to an orange-brown Pagani. “Give me the keys.” The butler’s face turned awkward. “It’s Lord Lachlan’s exclusive use. He’s never even ridden in it since it was bought.” My eyes settled on him, drilling into him, pheromones drifting out in a silent attack. “Give me the keys when I fucking tell you.” The butler swallowed and reached into the bag at his waist. I waited with cold eyes and a stone face. He offered me the key, his expression filled with resentment. Did I give a fuck? Hell no.

This even also showed that the wielder of the darkness should never be put in a situation that would led to a repeat of the three days of darkness phenomenon. “Welcome back, your highness,” said the butler. A minotaur welcomed Damon the moment he pushed open the double doors which were made of gold and iron ores. Clad in his black and white crisp suit, the butler which served his father for some millennia now was already waiting for him after smelling his scent right after he stepped out of the portal – thanks to his astounding bull nose.

(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

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

But the man face was cloud in dark clouds. He is the one who have the final say in his house. Not some low life butler that have lived for 500 years and thought he had the right to stand in front of him and talk? "I seen your eternity have been too much for you!" his voice was just like the fireblade arrow pierce into the butler soul. Knowing what he meant and the coldness in his face. The Butler simply goes on his knees readily. "Milord, please forgive me I did mean to upset you"

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

How have I missed him before? He is Alaric’s exact height. The same lean but muscular build, even the same quiet posture. But where Alaric’s ethereal beauty catches light, his butler absorbs​ it. Black hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. Eyes so dark they seem almost matte, swallowing reflection and light rather than returning it. He is quite literally a shadow. He stands half a step behind Alaric, neither looming nor deferential just aligned. He is shadowing so precisely that I wonder whether he has been trained to minimize his presence or more like extinguish it completely.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.