Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

Steven says, “She must be avenged” A chubby-looking fellow walks out of the mansion, his black suit conflates with the turquoise mansion wall like a painting as he walks with a formal presence exposing himself as a proud butler. “May I know the reason for your visit, Steven?” he says. Who is this fatso? Philip is curious.

Narco said with a grin. Everyone looked in the same direction when a Butler appeared to them who was just as tall as Blanche. He has pale white skin but fewer muscles. The Butler is wearing all black and with black round eyeglasses without lenses. He motioned the Queen's carriage to go the other pathway and the rest just stayed there waiting for the Butler to do next. No one speaks. Dreygur, whose eyes were red from crying, put on sunglasses to hide it. He came down and this time Cataleia is with him hugging his arm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hades, one of the loyal and strongest Butler of the Queen. I am here to guide the VIP guests and provide for all their needs. Feel free to ca

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.

With him down, I don’t know if he is dead or just unconscious, but either way the man turns around and I see Omega Jonathan staring at the camera. Looking closer, I see that his eyes are all black and his face has turned pale like death. Hoping that he hasn’t been completely taken over by something else, or even worse turned by a vampire, I pray for him. Then I watch as he skulks around in the shadows, hoping to catch us leave the safety of the compound too.

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

“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..." ***

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

"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.”