Black Butler The Game Novels & Stories

I wasn't only that girl Celine slapped. I was Lucy Wilson, the lead actress, the star. And I had eight million people backing me up. "Mommy?" Ethan asked, staring at the TV screen. "Who is winning?" He was asking about the game that the cartoon dogs were playing. But I answered for myself. "We are, baby," I whispered, "we are." My thumb hovered over the screen, prepared to lock the phone and return me to the real world, when a new banner notification slid down from the top.

But he had seen this game before—played it better than most. “You’re not a baby,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” Stacy leaned in slightly, licking her lips, her eyes never leaving his. “Maybe. But I’m curious about what you think I’m doing.” Stacy's breath hitched as Ben’s fingers trailed along the bare skin of her arm, his touch slow, deliberate. She knew this game—she had played it many times before. But Ben Blackwood was a different kind of opponent. He was powerful, controlled, and impossible to read.

he rasped. Amelia’s pulse skipped. She should’ve known he’d give her control just to watch her lose it. Adrian leaned back against the pillows, watching her, waiting. "You sure you want to play this game, Black?" she murmured. His lips curled into a wicked grin. "Sweetheart, I always win." She smirked, dragging her fingers down his chest, slow, teasing. "We’ll see about that." …..

“I am finished testing the marital fidelity of the men in this city. It bores me now. I need new entertainment, a new game.” “Intriguing,” X remarked. “Why would you come tell us? Some kind of courtesy?” “You could call it that if you wish, Man in Black. In actuality, it's the kind of game in which you need to be told the rules first before we play.” “We?” I asked. “Yes. I wish to play with you two. And the game starts now.”

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

I gulped, shaking violently in fright. Blackmailing is one of the truest forms of horror. He pulled away and called Mr. Layne who seemed lifeless. He didn't even flinch. Lucien texted me the address and left, leaving me alone with him.