Black Butler Sebastian Age Novels & Stories

He pressed the button that connected directly to Pierre’s desk. “Yes, Sir?” Pierre answered promptly, as though he'd been waiting. “Who is Toni?” Sebastian asked without preamble. “The servant’s personal driver, Sir,” Pierre replied flatly. “Young?” Sebastian asked again, his tone colder now. “Are you conducting a staff census, Sir?” Pierre replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, though Sebastian didn’t react to the tone. “He’s young, single, handsome, and twenty-seven years old,” Pierre answered calmly and precisely.

"I'll be twenty-one in...August. August 3rd." Jesus. Twenty? I wagered twenty-two or twenty-three, even; this girl isn't even old enough to legally drink here in the United States. My eyes immediately meet Sebastian's with the bitchiest smile on my face. "Twenty? My God, Sebastian, she's so young!" "Here we go..." Claude mumbles tiredly. Penny, however, looks more than entertained at our exchange. All she's missing is a bowl of popcorn. "Explain to me why any of this is relevant?" Sebastian asks me with a clenched jaw.

That is a big question on his mind. "If that girl is single, just date her." Mr. Richardson said approving of the relationship. "I have dated many in the past as well, but you haven’t shown interest in anyone." "Oh, because they're all bitches!" Sebastian laughed at his comment. Sebastian rested his head on his grandfather's shoulder, feeling peace. Sebastian Richardson is the only heir of the Richardson family, and he is 25 years old. For him, his family and the world are his grandfathers.

no one is allowed to touch his matters except for Uncle Ben and the old butler. “What is wrong?” Uncle Ben felt worried for the old butler. “Something is wrong. Check it and fire that old butler” Sebastian roared again. Uncle Ben took out his butler stick and started measuring the distances between the table wares. Shoot. The teaspoon and the fruit fork has an uneven distance of 1 millimetre. How could he possibly see that? The old butler immediately came from the kitchen and Uncle Ben motioned for him to stop and go back. He will let Sebastian cool down first and let his episode pass. If he still wants the old butler gone then he can issue his retirement package.

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

And completely, frighteningly cold. Karen hugged herself, feeling tiny in that space. The blue dress she had chosen so carefully—which had looked so beautiful in the store, so special—now seemed cheap and out of place. She didn’t belong there. She didn’t belong anywhere, really. A butler appeared out of nowhere, silent as a ghost. He was older, with gray hair, an upright posture, and a neutral expression. He took Sebastian’s jacket without a word, disappearing as quietly as he had appeared. Sebastian didn’t even look at him. He didn’t even thank him. With an impatient tug, he loosened his tie and went to the bar. He picked up a bottle of whiskey—probably worth more than a month’s rent for Ka

But Sebastian took it kindly, even though his people looked pissed. "I must admit," he said in his elegant voice, bowing slightly to her, "I too am at a loss. Though, the age of the creature is surely beyond any of us." He gestured at Uncle Frank. "It's been suggested it is perhaps millennia old, though I have no proof." For a moment his eyes took on a glint of white light and the façade of his humanity slipped. Even Celeste paled though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, or anyone, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts. "If so, we could be talking about one of the oldest of our kind. And that would be a great thing, indeed."