Black Butler William Novels & Stories

Kaelan was detained by a Swiss banker he knew. Walking back alone through the plush, silent hallway, I turned a corner and came face-to-face with another wheelchair. Its occupant wore a finely tailored but loose-fitting overcoat, a blanket over his knees. His hair was fully white. His face was a landscape of deep lines and profound weariness. Only the eyes were familiar—deepset, dark, but now filled with a still, oceanic calm. William. I stopped. He saw me. Our eyes met. There was no earthquake. No tidal wave. Not even a ripple.

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.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

He was in his middle age and had a deep scar covering half his face. “Greetings, dear guests,” the man tipped his hat with a welcoming smile. “Who are you?” Derrick asked him. “I’m James Williams. The butler of Voocrod’s mayor,” he replied. The Astor’s butler had saved our lives. What the hell?! I gawked at the man with an open mouth. A million questions swirled in my mind. Were they expecting us? Did their butler know who we were? Was he aware of their satanic activities?

“The last thing Bruce needs is anything else up his ass, but to each his own.” Bruce yelled out. “You like it, don’t you?” Mistress B asked sternly as she moved the dildo in and out of him. “Admit it!” He kept quiet, but he wasn’t fighting it. “Admit it or I’ll stop, asshole!” “Bitch,” Bruce sneered. “Shit,” Christopher chuckled as tears wield in his eyes. He reached over to the phone and pressed the button. After a few moments, William, the butler came over the intercom. “Yes, sir?”

"This will never happen again." Mr. William then looked at them and said in a calm voice," Now go to your room and rest a little" Ethan and Ivan then started walking towards their room. Mr. William sighed and entered his room. When Arthur entered the house, the butler was talking to the cook. Seeing Arthur entering the house, the butler came out of the kitchen and asked him," What do you want to eat tonight?"

William said to me and glanced at his brother. “Mr. Blackwood, I knew that your urgent meeting would include an attorney, so I came prepared with mine.” I said to Sebastian with a mocking laugh. “Charlotte, it’s not what you think. Mr. William is here because he wants to show us something.” Sebastian said very calmly, he looked very confident and sure. “I don’t believe a word you say now, Mr. Blackwood. Anyways, let’s talk and get done with it. I have other goals in my life rather than meeting you for no good reason.” I said to him flatly.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

“Who are you?” His gaze met mine. “My name is William Blackwell. And I decide who rules this world.” The room was silent. Blackwell studied us, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name. Amusement? Curiosity? Leonardo crossed his arms. “So, you finally decided to show yourself.” Blackwell smiled. “You forced my hand.” Leonardo smirked. “Good.” Blackwell’s expression didn’t change. “I know why you’re here. You think you can end the Order. You think you can destroy something that has existed for centuries.”

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”