Black Butler Preferences Novels & Stories

Blackwood chose the right person as his assistant. "Miss. Williams I like the black and white design of yours. It gives a very elegant vibe. But the final decision depends on Mr. Blackwood himself." I nodded and gave Dahlia a look but she seemed very excited thinking of meeting Mr. Blackwood. "Okay now I will put Mr. Blackwood on the line." we nodded and Dahlia fixed her dress.

the butler waved his hands, "I’ve never seen anything like what Una has. My whole life has been spent in this area. I've only traveled with the Benjamin on business trips. I’ve never seen anything grand like you have." Una: "…" Was the butler referring to her life? She had worked as a maid her entire life. She was lucky enough to accompany the Benjamin on a few trips, but never to see grand things like him. The butler was clearly mocking her. Una glared at him, "You old fool, you really have no insight." Lydia also coldly looked at the butler, arrogantly saying, "Butler, no matter what your reasons are for stopping me, I want you to understand this: I just want to make Benjamin feel better.

John muttered, looking at the Butler. "Don't think you are out of danger. He is still angry. He kept quiet only because of her. He did not want to show the bad side of him to her. Anyway, I am so happy that Mr. Central married someone like Natalie. Natalie is perfect for him. Only Natalie can calm the hot lava. She is not afraid of him. It is really amazing " The Butler said happily and ordered a servant to clean the room.

Curious, he asked, “Mr. Butler, switching loyalties after so long must have taken great courage. Do you ever regret it?” The butler’s expression grew solemn as he began to recount Damon and Chen’s history. “That decision wasn’t made lightly, but it ties closely to their personalities. Damon’s father passed away when the twins were still very young. Damon had to shoulder responsibilities far beyond his years—juggling school and work before eventually taking over the family business. He rose through the ranks of the Dragon Gang by relying on his experience and sharp mind. To secure his position, he forced himself to grow up quickly. His personality became commanding and distant, always keeping

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.

BUTLER RUSSO POV: I had never imagined that my young master will take seriously the matter of helping Jade. He was a generous person but does not do it personally. I did usually extend his help to others. He seldom socialized that was not about business. He hated being held or touched by women, he went to some parties of his close friends with a partner entangled in his arm but only for entrance show up.

introduces herself, "I'm guessing you grimaced at Syl because he can sometimes be a little too unaware of his own presence." "Yes," says Butter, and his smile seems to be more of a pull to his ear than up, and I notice his eyes are a bright peridot color, "he tends to be that way, but I'm aware he's a good person." "Aw! Come on, Butter!" says Syl, shaking Butter some amount. "I said you're a good person," says Butter, "what more you wanting?" "Not much, I guess," says Syl, calming down. "What was the class you had before this one?" I ask curiously.

Alex definitely wants it more. “Why does your father want Bob to be the sole heir?” I found myself asking to Alex’s surprise. He stares at me for a long while before answering; probably trying to figure out how to answer. “He’s always favored Bob over me. Bob is more like him, whereas I’m more like my mother,” Alex admitted. There was something in his eyes that didn’t quite sit well with me; it almost looked like sadness. “What’s the deal with the butler? What’s his name? Winston?” I asked.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

A savage growl echoed, followed by a horrible sound of flesh being torn. Adrian, still in crow form, tilted his head on the branch, watching everything coldly. “Pathetic,” he cawed, bored. The butler tried to crawl away, his hands shaking and his face dirty with earth and blood. His eyes met those of the panther, which now walked slowly toward him, its muzzle dripping with the blood of the wolf it had just killed. “Please…” Blackwell begged. “I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…”