Black Butler Preferences Novels & Stories

"I see... and where should I find a man for you?" She shrugged. "Figure it out." "Sienna wouldn't want that." "Can Sienna sleep with me?" she joked. I laughed and shook my head. "Okay, Natalia. I'll see what I can do." "He has to be Black," she added, pointing a finger at me. "Nothing like... your type." "My type?" "Yes, your type. I prefer chocolate. It's delicious." "Whatever you want, Natalia." "I think we’ll be amazing friends, cousin-in-law!" she shouted as I closed the door.

The realisation of a lifetime desire that I had all but given up on in favour of relaxing as I awaited the arrival of the Grim Reaper and the end of my earthly obligations. Caroline smiled at him, unaffected by his mockery. "I'm grateful, Wilbury. I anticipated that you would say that. I simply love kids, you know," the butler said as he shuffled towards the fireplace. Simply said, I adore the gluttonous little darlings with their grabbing hands and sticky fingers that smear every newly

Damian shot back, clearly irritated. 'What?! Seriously? You think those two would be dazzled by my appearance?' She gave up arguing. If she pushed it further, he'd only come up with more unreasonable demands. Technically, Brown was a man... but this was Assistant Brown, whose entire brain was wired around Damian. As for Butler Matt-Livia almost growled. Was Damian actually jealous of his butler? How did that even make sense? "Who told you to be this beautiful?" Damian said with a straight face. "I can't help but get jealous when others look at you."

As I think deeper and deeper and as possibility thoughts emerged in my brain, my complexion gets worsened little by little. "Did you just say, my guide for tomorrow is a male species or female species?" I repeat my question a while ago again. I watched Butler Gjian as he nodded his head slightly when I mention male species, letting me see his tall nose, feminine eyes and flatteringly long eyelashes, if one will not look closely, they will mistake this strict butler to a feminine boy but thinking about it I shivered unconsciously. Ah! Gosh! I am off topic now.

Black the giant moron! “Miss Bella, how does it feel to get near to the boss?” Asked the one who was arranging the make-ups back. The other one giggled excitedly. “Yes! Does our boss’s scent addicting like what others say?” “I bet Mr. Black smells good. He might be cold and distant to everyone, but we can’t argue the fact that his beauty and body are both breathtaking.” Stated the other one. “Although sir Black is perfect, but I still like sir Caleb the most. Aside from being handsome, his personality is more approachable than the boss.” A girl who was assigned for the lightings spoke.

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .

White Peony or known as Bai Mudan will naturally be served for Her Excellency. Black Tea is chosen to be young master Antoine's favorite. Just as the flavor described, Black Tea is malty, strong as well as full-bodied, or commonly known for those who are determined to achieve their goals. In the category of Black Tea, Earl Grey Black Tea would be preferred by young master Antoine.

As I think deeper and deeper and as possibility thoughts emerged in my brain, my complexion gets worsened little by little. "Did you just say, my guide for tomorrow is a male species or female species?" I repeat my question a while ago again. I watched Butler Gjian as he nodded his head slightly when I mention male species, letting me see his tall nose, feminine eyes and flatteringly long eyelashes, if one will not look closely, they will mistake this strict butler to a feminine boy but thinking about it I shivered unconsciously. Ah! Gosh! I am off topic now.

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

His usual color was black, but he’d tried on several others, including pink just to impress her. His beta, Dantae was the one who told him to take them off and settle for black because he looked like a clown in colored. Seeing her in dark green that night and not pink or red ~colors that women mostly loved~ made him happy he chose a black suit with a white undershirt. And many other things made him happy as well…the sweet sound of her voice that had massaged his ears as well as the sweet taste of her mouth when he’d kissed her. She tasted like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet at the same time…