Black Butler Preferences Novels & Stories

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

It was difficult to resist him. "Now, what is your mum's favorite color?" he asked. "Black, she loves black," I blurted out without thinking. Honestly, that wasn't true. Black wasn't my mum's favorite color; I didn't even know what her favorite color was. But I just knew she loved to adorn herself in pink, so she must be a Barbie girl type of lady. The reason I wanted Nicholas to wear black was that I absolutely loved him in black more than anything else. Don't get me wrong; he is so attractive he would look great in any color, even in rags, but seeing him in black always turned me on.

Carol pouted and pressed the button to their floor. “Good that you don’t.” “What’s wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly asking me whether I like someone like Titus Black?” Carol felt that he had figured something out, so she decided to test the waters. “Are you seriously thinking that my new sugar daddy is Titus Black?” She chuckled. “Even if I need money, I’m still a normal woman. I don’t like aloof and cold men like Titus Black.” “He’s not cold. He’s like a volcano. Anyone who gets close to him ends up getting burned.”

He gave a little curtsy. Max found these weird. Quentin Black likes to be treated like a royalty. Even by his own flesh and blood. It was only Max that did not abide by these, partly because no one required her to do so and her grandfather did not mind. Max liked to assume that neither her father did curtsy.

Hayden suddenly cut her off. "I heard old people love drinking coffee, especially in the evening. Why don't you try making one for him too." Hearing his words, Aviana quickly sat up straight on the sofa while she faced Hayden. She said, "Continue…" giving her undivided attention to him. "He is wealthy, so he must have a butler. I heard butlers are close to their masters. Find out from his butler what the old man likes and dislikes."

But since this question-and-answer portion was not hurting anyone nor his master's plans, the head butler cooperated. It could be seen from this little exchange that the head butler had unconsciously allocated a tiny space for Suzie to enter his heart. "Among the three candidates- your master Colton, Kingsley, and my husband, who among them do you think have the qualities of the leader?" The head butler thought this question was ridiculous. He smiled as he answered, "Isn't the answer clear? The person who is standing at the end is the person who is most capable." The reason why the head butler followed Colton and put his loyalty on him was because he won. Despite the head butler's feelings,

Suddenly my eyes fell on a particular person and my heart skipped a beat. My all attention was on Zade. Who was looking no less than a Greek God? I could not stop admiring the beauty in front of my eyes. He was looking breathtakingly handsome in his black tuxedo. Black suits him well and his favorite color was also black. Most of the time he wears black. Otherwise grey. He says he looks hot in these clothes. He doesn't like colorful clothes. “Welcome, gorgeous.” I flinched in my place when someone whispered in my ear from behind. It was Killian.

The butler exchanged a worried look with Mathilda while both their eyes flickered, apparently mindlinking before Mathilda went aside with her head low and the butler came and pulled Evelyn behind him. Evelyn could feel the butler's tensed nervousness, and that came a little surprising to Evelyn because the butler was obviously also a werewolf. Though in his forties, Evelyn doubted that would put an adult male werewolf at such a disadvantage against a woman in her twenties. "Maybe you would not mind letting me take care of this on my own?" Evelyn asked the obviously struggling butler as politely as she could. She didn't want to refer to his obvious fear too plainly.

“Correction. We all don't age like Zachary Blackwood. The man is pushing forty like thirty. I think we just found the world's coldest, hottest and most black wearing vampire.” I burst into another fit of laughter. “I'm serious. I've never seen a person wear more black than that husband of yours. At least he wears it fashionably—with a lot of style.” “You're right though.” There was that mischievous glint again. “How soon do you think till he starts spotting a grey in those midnight locks of his?” I rolled my eyes and focused on the caterer’s proposal. “Can we be serious?” She humphed. “What a killjoy!”

"Britney, it seems like you were overly concerned about a butler! If you're really curious, I have a suggestion for you..." Manuel's eyes narrowed slightly, his pitch-black pupils capturing her, his voice steady. "Tonight, indulge me! I will tell you everything!"