Novel & Cerita Black Butler X Butler Reader

The other butler offered hand to Maxine so she could hop out in comfort. When the butler saw Maxine, he was awed. Not because of her beauty, but the fact that there is a human invited in the party of the beasts. “Thank you,” Maxine said to the butler. The omega butler’s cheeks turned red. Seeing that, Brett quickly stole her hand from him. “How dare you say thank you to an Omega?” Brett said, and then he glared at the butler. The butler saw that as the Alpha’s warning not to touch his woman. And so, he walked backward.

“He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.” Ryan’s jaw flexed. He added grimly, “Half-lycan, precisely.” The silence that followed pressed down like a weight. The only sound was the faint tick of the hall clock, each beat dragging across their nerves. Rhunar’s chest heaved as he tried to piece the fragments together. His eyes moved between their faces, searching desperately for any thread of truth, any sign of betrayal.

"The high table doesn't hand out elite battalions because your father signed a treaty, Chika Whitmore," Ronan Blackwell rasped, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of charcoal as he gripped his bone-handled knife. "Elder Solomon Reed is looking for an executioner who can paint the streets red, not an over-privileged prince."

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

Author's point of view Meanwhile two hours before, "We've got trespassers!" The butler whispered. Trespassers. Lysander's jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, the veins in his neck pulsed with restrained anger. He didn't need to ask who. He already knew. Before the butler could straighten, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.. a sound only his wolf could understand.

The butler's eyes almost popped out, he looked at the gentle expression of Asher and was speechless. Asher looked at the Butler calmly, and Said, "Meet my wife and son". The butler almost fell down in shock. He stared at the mini version of Asher and knew that he was telling the truth. So he put on a smile quickly and greeted, "Madam, and young master, welcome to your new home". He was grinning in happiness. Compared to that bitch Chloe, he preferred Kiara. Kiara raised her head up and smiled sweetly at the butler, the butler quickly covered his mouth in shock.

The Butler frowned, looking back and forth between Vladimir and Mischa. "I can't let the young Master sit on the floor with her hands and feet tied up." The Butler said politely and gently. Vladimir gave him a serious look. "You do realize the situation you're in, don't you?" Vladimir bluntly said which stopped the Butler and remain unblinking staring at him. "But I am their Butler, I have to fulfill my duty." The Butler countered him with the same expression on his face, which is oddly blank. "Don't," Mort interjected when he noticed that Vladimir was losing patience. The Butler bowed to Mort and obeyed him. He sat in the vacant seat for him on Mort's left side.

Ethan leaned back in the leather chair, a slow smirk playing on his lips as he tapped the end of his pen against the freshly signed contract. The golden emblem of Blackwood Enterprises gleamed under the dim office lighting, its weight pressing against the thick stack of documents before him. Done. After weeks of negotiations, endless meetings, and carefully crafted maneuvers, he had finally sealed the deal. A lucrative partnership with Lucian Blackwood. Alfred, Lucian’s butler and trusted confidant, stood across from him, his expression composed as always. The man was unreadable—too well-trained, too accustomed to the world of high society and business dealings.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"