روايات وقصص ضمن Black Butler Series 1

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

he said. Her throat tightened. “Not win. Balance.” Serane stood by the fallen table, pale and furious. “Do you even understand what you’ve done? You’ve tied yourself to it forever!” Kaelira met her gaze. “Maybe. But now it answers to me, not to you.” Serane’s lips curled. “And when the Black Moon rises? When it wakes hungry again?” Kaelira lifted her chin. “Then it will learn what hunger feels like on the other side of the flame.”

Lucy, Anaya and Zhavia took their seats reluctantly. After serving Butler and cook left from their. Celestine chatted with them on random stuff while having her dinner. The awkward atmosphere was turned into friendly. ~~~~~~~ "This young girl has a soft heart." Cook said to Butler while his eyes were on Celestine. He was a middle aged man with thick black eyebrows and round eyes with chubby nose and puffed up lips. His whole body was like a human meat ball. "Yes. Sir is lucky to have her in his life" Butler nodded his head in agreement.

Hair is also graying a lot. " Butler Len, what are you doing to the child?" "Welcome back, I'm just going to help Mr. Vu get back to bed. I'm sorry!" After the butler Len finished speaking, he immediately bowed his head and left, under those questioning eyes he did not want to change his face at all. Tomson Ruan didn't believe it at all, surely something had to happen before Kito Yun became so lost. That child has never been in such a state as it is now.

she said softly. She continued to see blackness for a few moments, and then it slowly turned into a light brown. The brown turn brighter, transforming into yellow light. A face of a young, white male was in front of her. He had pale-blue eyes. They looked hurt – and angry. It was him. A younger version of Alec Peterson. Hands. A white hand and . . . her hand were clasped together, but something was between them. It was thick . . . bulky. “I will always care for you,” she whispered to him. He released her hand. It was a square, white jewelry box. Layla gasped as her shoulders trembled. She felt like she was going to cry – or perhaps she was crying already. She felt a tear fall down her cheek

"We're just waiting for one final attendee." I barely looked up. "Of course." The door behind me opened. Footsteps echoed across the room. Strong. Unhurried. Confident. For reasons I couldn't explain, every hair on my arms stood up. The room fell strangely quiet. Someone beside me stood. "Good morning, Mr. Blackwood." My heartbeat stopped. Slowly... Very slowly... I turned around. And there he was. Ethan. Seven years had changed him. He looked broader. More mature.

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

"Good. From this moment on, you have exactly one life. And it belongs to me." She tilted her head, looking back at Sebastian. Her lips moved in a silent, imperceptible ghost of a phrase: The third drop. I have it. Sebastian’s silver eyes were a chaotic storm of pride and agony. He stepped forward, taking his place half a step behind her—her shadow, her guardian, her weapon. But the game wasn't over. From the dark waters to the starboard side, a ghost-like submarine, painted in a matte black that seemed to swallow the light, breached the surface. On its conning tower was a stark, white emblem of a serpent with its jaws wide.

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

“So now I have turned into the stranger in this house, haven't I?” The butler's face flushed in embarrassment as he stuttered on his words. “N-No sir, that's not…” “Will you just let me in? Even my spare time is precious,” Zack spat, cutting him off, his voice low and menacing, sending a chill down the butler's spine. His expression transformed from indifference to caution. “I can't let you in without informing Mr. Albert. So, I am so sorry, sir.”