Black Butler Romance Novelas e Histórias

A man in a black tuxedo leaned in, whispering, "You've started something you can't finish. Enjoy the crown while it lasts." When she turned to confront him, he had already vanished. She noticed the champagne flute, a slip of paper swirling within. > Phase Five begins now. Serena clasped the glass as her pulse quickened. Damien joined her, his eyes narrowing in concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, voice filled with worry. She handed him the note without a word. Damien's face turned pale. "This... this wasn't supposed to happen yet," he stammered. Serena looked at him, her voice like ice: "Then you'd better catch up. Because I'm not waiting anymore."

"It's the first time a Black Dragon is in a marriage alliance with the Human Clan. We are preparing this wedding with the highest honors. Let me know if you need anything else." My fingers gently brushed against the luxurious gown. It glimmered with gold under the lights. "I love it." Just as I was about to put the gown away, my door was pushed open. Lucia walked in with her arms around Silas' arm. "Did all the Black Dragon give you was a wedding gown, Sadie? Silas came with twenty dresses that came with matching jewelry. I got dizzy trying to choose which to wear." Silas looked at her tenderly. Lucia had no idea that a Wolf's 'loyalty' was a physiological drive. Their animalistic instincts

But in that moment, he looked human. Vulnerable. His voice came rough. “Maybe we’re both breaking.” For a heartbeat, their eyes locked. Gray and gold. Enemy and enemy. The pull between them sharpened, dangerous. Then Dante’s smirk snapped back into place. “Don’t get sentimental, Blackthorn. It doesn’t suit you.” But it didn’t reach his eyes. That night, shadows stirred elsewhere. Julian Blackthorn stood on a balcony, cigarette glowing faint red. The city sprawled below, blind to the poison growing in its veins.

“Stop, Raina. I…I don’t want to force it. If it is fate that Anthony will fall for me through this marriage, he will. I don’t want to appear desperate, especially to myself. Raina, I appreciate your help but I’m fine this way.” I ignored the blank stare Raina was aiming at me and got up from the bed. I went over to the window and leaned on it. My phone beeped, notifying me of a text. I took out my phone and unlocked it, then opened the message when I saw it was from Anthony. AnthMan: We will be leaving Seoul tomorrow. Urgent business at work demands it. “Huh?” I voiced my confusion and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Raina stand beside me then lean forward to read the text.

He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand. They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered. Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.

“For now.” The words nearly bent her in half. Slowly, Elena crouched and placed Bunny on the gravel. Rain darkened his fur almost at once. The little rabbit looked abandoned there, small and pathetic in the middle of the path. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. To Leo. To Adrian. To every version of herself that had ever believed love could keep people safe. Then she stood and walked on. The chapel doors opened before she reached them. Sebastian Blackwood waited inside. He was taller than he had looked on the screen, dressed in a black coat that turned him into part of the shadows. He had Elias’s eyes, Adrian’s mouth, and a smile that belonged to neither of them.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

“He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.” Ryan’s jaw flexed. He added grimly, “Half-lycan, precisely.” The silence that followed pressed down like a weight. The only sound was the faint tick of the hall clock, each beat dragging across their nerves. Rhunar’s chest heaved as he tried to piece the fragments together. His eyes moved between their faces, searching desperately for any thread of truth, any sign of betrayal.

The butler's voice came through, saying, "Don't rush it, Don. After the wedding, you'll have all the time in the world to shape her." "I can't wait that long," Francis replied, his voice icy. "She's getting out of hand, talking back to me, today of all days." The medicine's magic had faded, and the butler knew it. "She'll be back, begging for more when the pain's too much," he said. However, Francis was pensive. "And if she doesn't beg?" With a weary sigh, the butler said, "Then, Don, you'll have to handle her. Just like her parents."

Ethan’s POV The car stopped in front of the big black gates, standing tall, towering up with all its authority and glory. The name beside it engraved on the marbles in gold read “Blackwood Mansion”. I gulp as the guard signals the car to pass inside and soon an extraordinarily big garden, with a fountain in middle comes to my view. “I knew he was rich, but this rich I never thought”, I gasp in awe. The chauffeur opens the door for me while Adrian’s secretary, Mr. Jonathan Gilbert walks me inside the mansion.