Black Butler William Novels & Stories

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .

a trickle of tear poured down his eyes. “Hah. Burdensome. Even your idea is burdensome, Ryan. If I kill you, then I have to take care of you body and if police find any trace, I have to spend billions to cover the incident. Too much hassle. It’s better if I let my cubs handle you,” a malicious grin turned on his face, his hands back at his whip, he stood up to call someone, “William!” A tall and skinny man walked in that room quick as if he was already around the room, his black tuxedo waved, a chain around his vest made him look like a modern butler, yet his wrinkly face and a glass with golden rim stamped his age on his face.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

“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 weld 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?”

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.

“I’m not insulting anyone, sir. I just want to make sure this money is right on target, “ William explained, again defending himself. To be honest, he was more afraid of dealing with Mr Millet than Russell and co. For William, who doesn’t really understand the black world, Russell and his men are bluffing. At first, he was afraid to be beheaded by the two people who visited him. But when both of them failed to execute, his courage grew again. William did not know that there was actually another plan that made William really suffer and want death for him. Not a group of black robes if you don’t know the ins and outs of the opponent.

“Who are these men?” “Fuck if I know.” His breathing was labored. “I got them from your phone.” “Bullshit.” His breathing was heavy before he spoke again. “I don’t know what is going on. I have seen Black around, but that’s it. I’m just trying to keep William from taking over.” “Why would it matter to you what William does?” “I owed Black a favor, and he cashed it. Seems his son has been learning a few tricks and he needed secured location to meet or whatever.”

he instructed. “Yes, sir.” Courtney turned to look at Joanna and then walked out the door. William stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was a little grayer around the temples than what he was when she first met him. But, he still stood tall and perfectly straight like a proper butler. His shoes shined like mirrors and his suit didn’t show half a wrinkle. Joanna slowly sat up. “Winifred told you,” she said with shame and turned her head.

He wasn't meant to go through such things. If only his mistress was alive. "I don't understand that guy," William said, pulling Mr Browns attention to him. The butler turned to William and saw him pacing around the room, his hands on his waist and his lips mumbling words that Mr Brown could not understand. Mr Brown twitched his nose as the foul smell coming from William hit him in the nose. The guy was still covered in blood and it was stunk really really bad. "You should go bath, William," Mr Brown said as he turned back to his front. "Make sure to wash the stench coming from you like you did to your innocence." William stopped his pacing.

"How do I know such a foolish woman like you? Have you forgotten that you were driven into a corner by that guy just now?" "But it has nothing to do with the butler. I just think that he's innocent," Irene chirped. "Innocent? Only a fool like you will think he is innocent." Jordan smiled mirthlessly. "I'll let you know that butler is not innocent at all. My friend, William is from Fransburg, so he's usually not in the country. That butler has always managed his house and cars in San Fetillo. However, the butler has been renting William's cars to outsiders to earn some quick cash. Moreover, he got even bolder recently and used William's luxury cars to make a deal with others."