Black Butler William Novels & Stories

Blake said. William was aware of this, but he did not respond. He reasoned to himself that he had just forgotten because he hadn't been in the correct state of mind for the previous several days. Blake started to look for some vegetables to cook. Lawrence bequeathed to him his cousin William, and he could do nothing if he did not follow the command of Alpha's son of the yellow-eyed pack. William looked at him when he heard the noise caused by him cutting the ingredients. “It's not pure command that this one knows how to do,” William murmured.

She had just placed her phone on the table when there was a knock on the door. She said, “Enter,” and a man in his forties stepped inside. He wore a black tailcoat and a hat, with a few strands of white hair on his head. He entered and bowed in front of her. “Good morning, Madam. I’m the butler of the Whitmore mansion. My name is William Smith, but please, you can call me Will, as the master does.”

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

Meanwhile, a black Pino's car stopped on the sidewalk. William took a quick look at that car, it's not something you see every day in a normal street like this, his wife would like one, but should he think of that? He currently doesn't even have the money to eat dinner and he has to take money from his wife all the time, let alone buying a car like that for her. William didn't care too much, he raised his head to the sky and continued to smoke a cigarette. The first door of the car opens smoothly, then a man in his thirties comes out, dressed in a strange black suit and appears to be full of tattoos, with a slightly proportioned body and a handsome face.

“Dinner is ready sir.” William drying his hair with a towel. “I'm not hungry,” he said, sitting down on the bed. “You can go now …” “Matthew,” the butler said. “You can go now Matthew, thank you” “Very well,sir” Matthew said, shutting the door behind him. William climbed on top of the bed, sliding into the thick blanket, his head the only visible part of his body. “It's cozy,” he murmured, snuggling into the bed. “I will write in my will for me to be buried in this bed.”

Given that Monica had no prior knowledge of the member of this household, she surmised that he was most likely William's brother. “This is brutal, I have to say, Hah!" Henry said with a chuckle as the corner of his lips rose with interest toward William's wife who seemed more astute than she appeared. William turned to face the butler, who was standing a little further away from the table, and remarked, "Bring the people who worked in the kitchen!" The butler nodded his head and left right away, at the time Jayla passed a comment, “Attention cannot be brought by cheap action.”

Meanwhile, William wasn't as angry as Danya had imagined. He immediately went to call Valeria. He knew Valeria very well. She could even tolerate vicious and despicable people like Ashley and Mason. Why would she inexplicably try to fight Paisley's butler? William articulated his thoughts before he called Valeria, to which she answered almost instantly, "Yes?" "Valeria, did something happen between you and Ms. Anthony's butler?" "How did you know?" Valeria retorted, "Did she call you to complain about it?"

Was he not happy with the peperformance? “That was fine”, Mr Black spoke up, he pulled his two hands forward, resting them on the table, She took a deep breath. “But I wasn’t impressed”. His hands which covered in with black gloves fell on the table with a bang, startling Grace who shifted on her feet, The rest of the panel made no effort to speak , they speculated, not uttering a word.

While everyone was busy saving his life, the home of Aleister Black in the south of the area was quiet, but news of the outbreak of war had reached him early. "Your rightful heir has joined the class of hybrids." Aleister Black was talking to King William, who had recovered on the bench, quietly as a lion. His words had a thunderbolt in the ears of King William, who grimly shouted: " what ! ". Aleister continued to sip the liquid from his glass cup with cold breaths before saying: "Love is painful, don't you think?" The king looked at him with disdain as if he was a deranged person, but the latter did not take his eyes off his cup, still clinging to his stagnant state.

Everything felt diminished. Ethan Blackwood was waiting in William's office. He was younger than Lucy expected—mid-thirties, handsome in a calculated way, with dark hair and sharp eyes that missed nothing. "William!" Ethan stood, extending his hand. "Welcome back. You look remarkably well for someone who was at death's door six months ago." William didn't take the offered hand. "Get out of my chair." Ethan's smile didn't waver. "Technically, it's not just your chair anymore. As the largest shareholder, I have certain rights. Including workspace in the executive suite."