Black Butler Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human. Quickly he drank the blood in one gulp, sighing in contentment, the taste of blood had made his taste for violence reduced a little and when he eventually laid his eyes on his mother, she will give him a proper reason why she had taken his mate away from him in such a short notice. "Leave." Blade said, dropping the jug on the table. The Butler took the jug and quickly left the office. The door to his office opened revealing a young man with Blondie hair and red eyes, he is one of the king's men.

69 VIKTOR As I held her, as I claimed her, I knew she had become mine in every way that mattered. And there was no going back for either of us. We had both become creatures of darkness, but we had found something in each other that neither of us had ever expected. Love. But love had no place in our world. We had crossed the point of no return. And now, we were both trapped in this abyss, together. Forever. Reigning over the global arms market with my queen. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own.

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried to meet me. My eyes swept over the rows of cars, all customized and the peak of luxury. I pointed to an orange-brown Pagani. “Give me the keys.” The butler’s face turned awkward. “It’s Lord Lachlan’s exclusive use. He’s never even ridden in it since it was bought.” My eyes settled on him, drilling into him, pheromones drifting out in a silent attack. “Give me the keys when I fucking tell you.” The butler swallowed and reached into the bag at his waist. I waited with cold eyes and a stone face. He offered me the key, his expression filled with resentment. Did I give a fuck? Hell no.

Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode two🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I looked at myself from head to toe as a single tear rolled out of my eyes. I’ve been told that the king never mates his pet but he’ll suck from them until their limp and weak from it. A shiver ran through my spine as I looked at the exposive pantalets and chemise. “Just stay put,the king is gonna be here by midnight, don’t doze off” the young lass said before grabbing her wash basin and bowl and walking out.

She had put on one of her favourite black dresses. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Mel rushed to open it. Standing right there was the most handsome man in the world. The man who succeeded in breaking the walls she had built around herself. The man who she was starting to fall in love with. Alexander Ducan. Standing right there with a banquet of red roses in his hands and a charming smile plastered to his face. "You look so gorgeous, my love," Alex said which made her blush. "Don't hide it from me. I love it when you blush. It makes you look sexier." Alex said which made Mel blush even more and that earned a chuckle from him.

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.

And though I hate to admit it, it’s the kind of flutter I once thought I’d have for Cameron. His Uncle meets my eyes and returns that same calm smile. Then, with practiced elegance, he stretches out his hand, and I take it briefly. “I’m Mr. Black,” he says, voice smooth as polished oak. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte.” He turns away before I can stammer anything back, and the cockatoo hops from his shoulder to a sofa like it knows its way around. Mr. Black follows in long, measured strides, every movement of his is dignified, almost rehearsed.

And then she saw him. He stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in black, broad shoulders cutting a severe line beneath the fabric. His hair was dark and swept back, his jaw sharp, his gaze fixed on her as if he’d been waiting. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes alone made her still. The butler’s voice was barely a murmur. “The Duke of Blackwood.” Her breath caught in her throat. He descended the stairs slowly, every step deliberate. The storm outside cracked against the windows, but in that moment the only sound she heard was the echo of his boots against the marble floor.