Black Butler X Butler Reader Novels & Stories

After seeing the content of the chat logs, the butler's only trace of sympathy towards James and Xena vanished completely. Regardless of what fate awaited James and Xena, it was their own choice. But throughout, Haley was innocent. They built their happiness on the suffering of Haley. Now, it was all just retribution. They were not worthy of sympathy! For a moment, the butler lost control of his emotions, but quickly regained his composure. "Alright, I'll go print them out right away." He took the phone and headed towards the study upstairs. Ten minutes later, he returned with a thick stack of papers and handed them to Haley. "Madam, please check to see if anything is missing."

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

The butler broke into a cold sweat, realizing that this seemingly harmless girl was not as easy to handle as she appeared. "Miss, please wait a moment. I will report to Young Master immediately." He bowed and quickly left. In Theodore's study, he was sitting in front of his computer, hacking into the internal networks of various prestigious families. As soon as the butler entered, Theodore swiftly switched his screen to a game interface. The butler heard the sounds of the game and couldn’t help but smirk disdainfully. In his mind, he thought, *What’s there to fear? This kid is nothing more than a helpless fool.*

The Councillors take off their coats; overspilling Mato with the lumbering weight of the garments while they walk past him with little to no acknowledgement, mistaking his outward hand as coat hanger - leaving him to pout and scowl while he only intended to shake theirs politely. Once seated opposite us inside the study, the Councillors settle themselves down while glancing around the room in discomfort – still adjusting to stepping outside the barriers of their protected comfort zone and venturing into our own. Blackwood assumes the centre seat opposing Elijah’s; his age-spotted hands resting outstretched on the table before him while he repetitively taps his fingers against the surface, fi

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

the butler called out. Alexander turned as he glared at him, with his cold eyes pierced through the Butler's soul as If he understood what he wanted to say. The butler bowed his head in respect as he withdrew to his position. It happened so fast that Irene didn't even notice, she was busy magnifying the house and was simply awed by the wealth displayed in every item in the house.

“As a lover, no. But as a friend, I love her more than my own life.” “Ouch, Kat,” Purple said dramatically, clutching her chest with a laugh. Katleya smiled faintly—though it was a smile that hid pain. Thankfully, she was facing away, so no one noticed. Meanwhile, Grey and Black were lounging in the living room, watching N*****x. Their position looked almost comical: Grey lay flat on his stomach on the sofa while Black rested sideways on top of him. At first, Grey resisted because it made him uncomfortable, but eventually he gave in to Black’s stubborn persistence.

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

Emily Parr. Blankenship threw himself into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was a living, breathing creature, burrowed deep in his chest. Its bloody claws raked his insides and its beady black eyes fixed on his soul. He challenged the beast, pinning it inside the dark place in his head. He still had control, for a while yet. The butler entered with a decanter of brandy and poured a glass, setting it on the counter. "Will there be anything else?" Baltus wheezed.