Novel & Cerita Black Butler Preferences

Don't judge me. I decided to pick up Mel too, I called her to be ready in 5 min. And when I pulled over, she came out immediately. I noticed she had a shirt of black butler too, but hers was slightly different from mine. She had a picture of Ciel, both of his eyes completely showing his contract, and it said 'This is an order.' When she came in and we have already exchanged our greetings, she noticed my black butler shirt and she almost freaked.

What familiarity has he earned that I have not? The thought is unwelcome. Unacceptable. I step forward before I can reconsider. She senses me immediately. Her shoulders shift. Her laughter cuts off mid-breath as she turns. Our eyes meet. She rises at once….instinctive, unthinking. That restores some balance. “Mr. Blackwell,” she says, composed but alert. “Ms. Vale,” I reply, tone neutral. The man beside her stands too. “Sir.” I nod, offering no warmth. “Good afternoon.”

“You belong to me.” I feel myself melting into his embrace, my knees weak. His grip loosens as he meets my gaze again, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Black is my favorite color,” he says, his voice husky. “And it’s blue when you’re wearing it. But I prefer you in nothing at all.”

"My, are you angry? Or perhaps happy? It has been a long time since I was unable to decipher the meaning behind the feeling transmitted by our link." The one who spoke was a black-haired butler, gently preparing a cup of tea before putting it in front of the woman who sat, her eyes closed in thoughts. The other Dukes were preparing in the case they were chosen and as such didn't come personally. What's more, they could observe it from their home if needed. But, she was different. Not only did she already know at which moment she would be chosen thanks to her deal with Lilith, but deep down, she was curious about the display of the prince.

Ana rushed at her and turned the display of the laptop at her. Excitedly her gaze swept over the display. Her smile turned into a deep frown, "Why black?" It was a black small suit with a black shirt and another white shirt. The display was showing both looks of a three or four-year-old boy. Ana snorted, "Liam loves black. Your baby would too." She gnawed on her lower lip. Her gaze turned to her husband. He was smiling at the display, "Hm, he would love black." He approved Ana's choice with a nod at her.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

I’m easy to talk to. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Maybe her husband just didn’t like young girls. Maybe he preferred boys. After all, Gian liked soldiers, not caves. That thought made her smile to herself. “Yes, please. Black coffee. Thanks in advance,” Klenth replied. “You really like everything black, huh? Even Gian’s balls.” “Just a little,” he said dryly, looking down at the mug she placed in front of him. Ugh, how boring. She thought to herself. I guess my husband doesn’t have good taste after all. If it were up to me, I’d prefer someone a little louder. Like Gian used to be…

Janet said before heading towards the kitchen. "I'll look after her ma! but for now....... I'm only offering to drive her around since that's what my boss assigned me to do". Mister Black said before getting up from the dining chair. How he's behaving is Damn creepy, 'like what the hell!'. Mister Black is behaving like a nonhuman base on his method of talking. He didn't even blink while he was staring at Cecelia. He wasn't staring at her with lust, neither was he staring at her with disgusted eyes, but he was staring at her with the types of eyes that carries different emotions.