Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Tobias glance away, while Addison stiffens. Master Ombres turns away from the windows, her arms crossed. She’s a lanky woman with black hair and the characteristic all-black eyes of a demon, which contrast her warm smile in a way that’s almost uncanny. “Thank you all for joining me,” she says, looking around the room at the surrounding students. “I’m sorry to drag you away from your free time like this, but there’s something I need from you, and I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

Before exiting, I glanced at the door behind which my parents were—weak and barely hanging on. “Just wait, I’ll be back. Let me finish this first,” I thought to myself before turning and walking away. As I stepped outside, I was greeted by none other than Black 01, grinning at me. Her belly was big, but she moved as if it were nothing. She looked even more intimidating now. “Hello, Agent/Assassin C. So, have you reunited with Papa D? Have you tasted heaven again? Because T always gets a taste of heaven from S,” she said with a giggle.

For a moment, he said nothing, and I took the opportunity to turn back to the window, letting the silence speak for itself. The car slowed as we approached Damon’s residence, a sprawling mansion that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Its grandeur was undeniable, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Nothing felt real anymore. As soon as the car stopped, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out, walking briskly to the trunk to grab my bags. A tall man with sharp features and a polite smile approached me. “Miss Olivia Black,” he greeted, his tone respectful. “I’m Daiki, Master Damon’s butler. Let me take those for you.”

Quickly the door opened, the Butler ran into the office, a huge glass jug was on his hands. "One more seconds of lateness is enough for me to drink your blood and bury you six feet under my feet." Blade said, quickly collecting the jug, the Butler yelped with fear, quickly standing ten feet away from the king. Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human.

"The high table doesn't hand out elite battalions because your father signed a treaty, Chika Whitmore," Ronan Blackwell rasped, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of charcoal as he gripped his bone-handled knife. "Elder Solomon Reed is looking for an executioner who can paint the streets red, not an over-privileged prince."

"Your vanguard lines look completely fractured tonight, Whitmore," Ronan Blackwell muttered, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the courtyard as he tracking the raw isolation in my posture. "The entire high council just watched the executioner abandon his primary mate to transport a daughter of the Bates cartel to a medical bunker. It seems your bloodline holds no true leverage in the Afolayan Dominion."

Father: Hows the investment research? Adam: Hot and sweaty. Father: Son if you cannot take this seriously then we will have to reconsider you taking over the company. Adam: I am taking this very seriously. Father: Good. I expect a full report Monday morning. Adam: Yes sir. Dick. I finish my drink in one swallow, motioning to the bartender for another. As I am about to finish this drink in another big swallow, a sudden flash of red catches my eye. From red lips to red shoes, this woman is the sexiest creature I have ever laid eyes on. Long, jet black hair cascades down her back, curled and sweaty from dancing. A perfect pair of full lips partly open, and above them, icy blue eyes shining brig