Novel & Cerita Black Butler Sebastian And Claude

Because she is well aware that when her mother will feel agitated by the sound of her loud music, she would definitely come into her room and for her to stop it right away. And as Itzel has expected, the door to her room creaks open. With a sigh, she turns off the music and whirls around only to find...not her mother, but their new butler, Mr. Taylor! What? What is he doing here? It can't be that he would have heard the blaring loud music! Because he stays on the ground floor, and her parents stay on the first. So, it could have been possible that her mother would have told him to come here and tell her to turn it off? Maybe? "What is it, Mr. Taylor?" She asks him in a rather pissed tone. Ye

They didn't speak for the rest of the ride. The chauffeur brought them to a street none of them recognized, and Sebastian, the young butler, waited for them by the curb. At least they assumed it was him. "Okay," Lucy whispered into Scarlett's ear. "I might still be tipsy, but your butler is hella cute." Scarlett lifted her eyebrows and looked over at Sebastian. He was smiling, and once the car stopped, he opened the car door with a pearly white smile on his lips. "Miss Greyson," he bowed out of respect before straightening himself and smiling again. "My name is Sebastian Pierce. I'm your new butler and bodyguard. Did you bring anything I need to carry upstairs?"

Sebastian replied then left the dining room . This attitude did not escape the attention of the butler as well as Tera. They glanced at each other for a moment before focusing back on the tense back of the Overlord. The butler followed the man silently, his face grave and his mouth a small sigh. Tera, who noticed the unusual morning condition, also sighed tiredly. He followed the butler while watching Sebastian's entire cold figure from behind. Last night Sebastian came home at three in the morning half drunk. The man refused everyone's help, both the help of the butler and Tera. Sebastian climbed the stairs using his remaining consciousness and staggering body, then entered the room and loc

a smooth, mocking voice purred. Jade violently pulled out of Lucian’s grip, her chair rolling back. Sebastian Ashford stood by the elevator, a dark wool coat slung carelessly over one shoulder. He looked identical to Lucian the same sharp jaw, the same towering height, the same devastating face but his eyes were lighter, flashing with an unpredictable, dangerous amusement. He was the black sheep, the twin who refused to bow to the family crown. Lucian straightened up instantly, his entire posture turning rigid and lethal as he stepped between Sebastian and Jade’s desk.

It was tough for me to stand there and witness everything. "Have you been asked to stand up?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow as he stared down at her, "You don't seem like you wish to stay alive, I should deal with you first." Horror covered her expression and her breathing hitched. He walked closer to them and both of the culprits went pale as if all the blood in their bodies have went cold. Sebastian casually crouched down in front of them and stared at both of their faces as if he was examining something that'd led him to a conclusion that none of us knew.

“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.

Just thinking about it was nauseating. But for Ella's token, for the alliance about to be forged that could protect us... "I'll accompany you." Sebastian's voice brooked no argument. He had already picked up the black cloak hanging on the chair back, his movements efficient and predatory. "To retrieve what belongs to you and Ella." He paused, and a cold light flashed through his golden-brown eyes. "And incidentally, let certain people know who your ally is now." --- Sebastian's Bentley felt much more low-key than the man himself.

"Master, why have you become dumb the moment you got in a relationship? You're not even aware that she's sick. What kind of a boyfriend are you?" Claude frowned. "I'll go over and meet her." "I'll go with you." Sebastian was afraid he might do something wrong again and quickly tagged along. They soon arrived at Candace's house. When they were at the entrance, Claude had Sebastian wait on the side as he proceeded to knock on the door. In no time, the door was opened and it was Mrs. White who appeared. The moment she saw Claude, her expression immediately became dark and she said ruthlessly, "Why are you here? Go away, stop interfering with our lives."

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

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.”