Black Butler Series 1 Novels & Stories

Thinking so, Ryley silently unlatched the knob peeping in. Nobody was there in the room, it was empty and even their phones were not there. Closing the door behind Ryley strode to the cabin if the watchman. He knocked on the transparent see through window of his cabin drawing his attention. The gatekeeper was actually watching porn and as his eyes fell on his master's son, he spilled the beer he was licking from the glass out of sudden shock he met with.

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

Sighing, I turn back to the door, about to knock before it suddenly opens and my hands freezes midway and I am face to face with a. Butler? Who in the world still keeps those? He has his hair slicked back, and hw looks about in his late thirties or so, in a white shirt and black coattails, with gloves and some sort of self important look on his face "Miss Walker?" I nod, probably lost beyond all reasonable doubt that this guy that I was being made to see was not a psycho. "Follow me" The man walks away, still leaving me at the door while I gaze into a dark hallway, seeing absolutely nothing.

Then, the butler had come up behind me and shoved me into the room before I could make a run for it. Everything that came after that was so fast it was hard to pinpoint any specific moment. I recalled being pushed down. The cold look in Callum’s mother’s eyes, completely unfeeling, as she lifted the teacup to my lips. My mouth being forced open. Swallowing the tea against my will. The last thing I had seen before everything went dark was… “Oh, Gods,” I whispered, looking up. White gloves. The butler. He was standing in front of me now, looking down at me with a tightly furrowed brow. One gloved hand came up to scratch his head.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

When the butler opened the door and saw Ryan, Ethan, Zoe, and Maya standing outside, his face paled noticeably. "Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Quinn, Miss Quinn…" He struggled to maintain politeness, but panic seeped into his voice. "It's so late—may I ask what—" "Move." Ryan didn't bother with pleasantries, stepping straight inside. In the living room, Serena sat on the sofa, helping Rancy with a puzzle. The little girl wore a soft cream-colored nightdress, clutching the little rabbit Vivian had given her. Hearing footsteps, she looked up first, her big gray-blue eyes curious.

Emily Parr. Blankenship threw himself into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was a living, breathing creature, burrowed deep in his chest. Its bloody claws raked his insides and its beady black eyes fixed on his soul. He challenged the beast, pinning it inside the dark place in his head. He still had control, for a while yet. The butler entered with a decanter of brandy and poured a glass, setting it on the counter. "Will there be anything else?" Baltus wheezed.

After checking everything once again, he sets out to move to the Singh mansion now. When he reaches there, he rings the doorbell and it is opened by a maid. She asks about who he is, to which he tells her that he is here for the replacement of the butler here. By Mr. Black's grace, he has to be the butler since he has got something done to the prior butler causing him to resign from his position immediately. So, here is Dmitri, to take his place in the Singh mansion! The maid quickly ushers him in before calling Mrs. Singh out to the living room. And comes in a lady in her early forties wearing a beautiful saree! She takes a look at Dmitri before telling him to sit on the couch across from h

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

The butler stood there, his face pale as he took in the scene—the blood on my neck, Scarlett limp in the chair, the metallic smell of tension and violence so thick it was choking. “Sir…” he started, his voice shaky. “I’m fine,” I said coldly, cutting him off. “Mind your business.” “But... the blood on your…” “I said, I’m fine,” I snapped, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Get out. Now.” The butler hesitated, his eyes flicking between me and Scarlett. Then, with a reluctant nod, he stepped back and closed the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, I turned my attention back to Scarlett.