Black Butler Novels & Stories

She turned to stare after him. "Who was that?", she found herself asking. The butler’s voice answered behind her. "Skylar Blackthorne, the young master of the house." And also her step-brother, Amanda thought to herself. She gave him one last look before they continued up the stairs towards the drawing room, but Amanda couldn't get the encounter out of her head. Why was he so cold? And what did he mean by 'human'? Samuel stood at the center of the drawing room, tall, commanding, silver hair swept back, his black suit tailored to perfection.

And then she saw him. He stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in black, broad shoulders cutting a severe line beneath the fabric. His hair was dark and swept back, his jaw sharp, his gaze fixed on her as if he’d been waiting. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes alone made her still. The butler’s voice was barely a murmur. “The Duke of Blackwood.” Her breath caught in her throat. He descended the stairs slowly, every step deliberate. The storm outside cracked against the windows, but in that moment the only sound she heard was the echo of his boots against the marble floor.

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

"Where is the alpha?" Kenji asked the butler, when he took the first step into the Rush Mansion. The young man, dressed in his uniform of black trouser, monkey jacket and a thoroughly pressed white sleeve, bowed to Kenji first. He soon raised his head and plastered a smile on his face. "I am certain he is in his room, beta. Would you like me to usher you there?" The butler asked. Kenji's eyes swept over him shortly, before he shook his head and found his way up the stairs.

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

Although the people have never seen the owner, Augustine before, they still knew that the man who just came was the Castle’s trusted butler who handled everything on behalf of the owner, seeing and hearing him regard and act respectful towards Allana and Augustine, they figured that their theory must be right. They pat themselves on the back from acting safely a while ago, or else they can only regret it later. There was no use crying over a spilled milk. “バトラーシャイン、それは間違った木に吠える犬です。” (Batorāshain, sore wa machigatta ki ni hoeru inu desu.) (Butler Shin, it's just some dog barking at the wrong tree.) Augustine nodded his head at Butler Shin, Augustine held Allana by the waist before they left t

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.|||

"No mom. How can you even say that? You know what, I'm running late. Bye mom." And with that, I rushed out to see Cheng standing by a black colored Bugatti. Man does Mr. Black have a good taste in cars. And all of them just happened to be black. My nickname for him really does match his personality. He's always wearing black clothes and everything he owns is black. "I'm so sorry I kept you waiting Cheng." I said as I got into the car and he shut the door. He smiled at me when he got in. "It's nothing Miss Hilton. I think you should save your apology for the boss."

When the car came to a stop near the entrance, the front doors swung open, and a dark-skinned man who seemed to be around thirty walked out of the villa. Nicole whistled. “This is the only reason I like Kylan’s house. His butler is so handsome.” Ava glanced at the man who was approaching the car and agreed with her friend. The man was tall, handsome, with brown eyes and a buzz cut. “He even has a butler?” She asked. “Yes, he does! A hot one for that matter… look at how that white shirt hugs his muscles. Girl, you’re lucky,” Nicole remarked, a dreamy look on her face.