Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

Rich stared in wonderment at this, at being so close to his bleached, misshapen visage. He remained wary. Fearful even. Katie placed her small left hand on Blondie’s caved ribcage, splaying her fingers as wide as they’d go in the fur. They watched her face across from them as she frowned in concentration, her eyes changing hue. Richard pulled away slightly. Blinked to clear his vision. Her pinky finger and the one next to it draped over two of Owen’s withered fingers. Her humming grew.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“But you never learn, do you?” The sound of footsteps broke the tension as Blaze’s butler appeared, flanked by two security guards. His expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with unmistakable authority. “Is there a problem here, Mrs. Black?” he asked, his voice polite but firm. Summer’s eyes widened as she looked between us, realization dawning. “Mrs. Black?” “Yes,” he said, his tone clipped. “You’ve been harassing my master’s wife. That won’t be tolerated.” He turned to the guards. “Escort this woman out of the premises. She’s no longer welcome here.”

After finishing speaking, Oscar gave Ashley a meaningful look, then went downstairs. Seeing Butler Ron push the door into Morgan Blackstorm's room, Ashley was about to turn around and run away when she heard a cold voice from inside. "Ashley..." ***

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”

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.|||

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

" Mr Martins looked at Butler Bruce smiling, and then he left. Butler Bruce took a hint then he walked towards his bedroom. He took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was a middle-aged man, but he kept his body well. He walked to the closet and chose a custom-made charcoal grey suit. It was his birthday gift from Mr Martins. He was elegant and handsome. Then he took the velvet box in his bag and walked out of his bedroom. Clayton whistled when he saw him and praised him, "You look dashing, Mr King. Are you going to find your beautiful flower?" Butler Bruce smiled and replied, "It is long o

They only watched the Orange Team with furrowed brows. “We may be weaker than the Citadel, but at least we don’t walk around with a slave. Look at him. He doesn’t smile or speak, and he is pitifully weak.” Black Ink spat out disdainfully, referring to the silent man standing behind Black Hand. However, even though he was the one being insulted, he still showed no emotions. “I would watch my words if I were you. He may look ordinary, but his master is beyond all of you.” Orange Ivy was clearly annoyed by their words. But she didn’t say anything out of line.