Novel & Cerita Black Butler Oc

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

The butler sighed and said, "After all, Olivia was Lady Brown's daughter. When she died, Lady Brown observed religious rituals and chanted prayers to help her departed soul reach the paradise." Thea pretended to casually sigh, "So it turns out the sun rises in the east and it rains in the west, seemingly heartless yet full of emotions." Thorne was plunged into shock. The butler made an excuse and hurriedly left, saying, "Oh, I have something else to attend to. If Master Thorne needs anything, just call for me. I'll be on my way now." After saying that, he left stumbling and bumping into things. Thorne watched the butler's figure disappear and murmured, "What did Thea discover?"

There were no family portraits for a family vacation home. I heard shoes clicking on tile. My eyes snapped to the stairs. A man stood there, well over fifty, in a button-down suit. He looked korean, with pale skin and gray hair slicked back. "Butler Su," Dominic acknowledged. I nearly barfed. What is this, some royal court from the Victorian era? The man smiled briefly, posture straight, hands folded behind him. "Young Master." Dominic nodded at him. His eyes flicked to me. "Mrs. Blackwood. It's an honor to serve you both." I managed a nod.

Overlooking a dark stretch of water that barely moved. Dante knocked. No answer. He knocked again, louder this time. A voice came from inside. Thin. Tired. “Go away.” Dante stepped closer to the door. “Mr. Hale? My name is Dante Moretti. I need to speak with you about Arthur Blackwood.” Silence followed. Long enough that Dante thought he might have pushed too far. Then the door cracked open, held by a chain. An old man looked out. Seventy, maybe more. Pale. Drawn. His eyes lingered on Dante a second too long.

Without a word, he climbed the stairs and disappeared into the upper floor. Cynthia blinked. A strange mixture of relief and disappointment settled inside her chest. Moments later, another man approached. He appeared to be in his late fifties, dressed in a dark suit. "Miss Hart." His voice was polite. Cynthia turned toward him. "My name is William Foster. I am the butler of Blackwood Estate." She offered a small smile. "Nice to meet you." "Please follow me." The butler picked up her small bag and led her toward a grand staircase. As they walked, Cynthia couldn't help noticing how enormous the mansion was.

Butt added trying to get the others on his side. "Common baby Angel, I know you can hit harder!" Butt smirked as total darkness engulfed the scene. Thus the effulgence dimmed as light faded. Kindly read the continuation that will be released tomorrow.

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Black Butler," I admitted. "We're seeing the Book of Atlantic," I told him firmly as I took him up to the counter, got our tickets, popcorn, and drinks. I purred happily as I practically abandoned him then, racing off to go find the theater room without holding his hand to drag him this time. BASSY! I'm coming! I laughed excitedly. He followed after me, already eating his popcorn. I glanced back at him as I reached the door then held back from going in, waiting on him. I opened the door for him when he reached me and then smiled. "Wanna pick our seats?" I purred. He walked in and took us to the very back wall, sitting down dead in the middle and started to sip o

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

The sight of the neglected plants stirred a bittersweet feeling in Sarang, who stared at them until he was called inside. The servants greeted Lucian warmly, relieved with his safe return, but their eyes soon drifted to the unfamiliar child clinging to their master's side.. Lucian Blackwell was an intimidating alpha in his thirties. He was very attractive with wavy chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and a thick beard that framed his rugged, olive, skin. A faded scar ran across his left cheek, enhancing his imposing presence. Yet, the beautiful child grasping his hand without fear amused the servants.