Black Butler X Modern Reader Novels & Stories

LUCIAN "So, who is Thomas Blackwood?" Lucian asks, pointing to the name scrawled at the bottom of the parchment. I stretch out my hand, pick up the hunter's manual, and place it in front of him. "Probably the same man who wrote this," I mutter, my eyes flicking between the book and the letter. Lucian opens the manual and begins flipping through its pages, starting slowly and then speeding up. With every line he reads, I see the shift in his expression. His jaw clenches, and his hands curl into fists, followed by his eyes beginning to burn red with fury.

“You misunderstood. I didn’t say it was old—“ However, the butler was red with his own seething anger. He felt insulted by Jai’s words that said this building was old. He loved this place with all his heart and he had served this family for years. He could not take this insult right to his face. He thought he needed to do something. So he cut Jai by saying, “I don’t care what you say now, you have insulted—“ But before he could continue what he was about to say, the door on the right side of the room opened and a woman wearing a black long dress and white apron appeared. “Oh my Lord! Is that Jai? The thunder elemer from the competition?” the woman approached. The woman looked a bit old, the

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

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?

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

Also, it was very witty of Butler Bang to actually delayed Hwang Hwa Young coming here, thought it was subtle, I know that he already thinking of such actions when he caught the news of me, saving that 3 adult streamers from the trouble. “[Despite his age, and his lack of up to trend fashion sense..that Butler is really good at his works…just like Mister Alfred back in Aeternum…]”. (T.A.S) “I agree…he is quite good, but compared to Alfred…Butler Bang is more witty in a modern era…that Alfred is still stuck at wanting to served me like I was ascending to an empire of the world…quite stuffy sometimes….anyway..how about the digging that I asked?..”.

Furthermore, this was just a simple lease agreement which he had handled countless times. "Yes. Make sure everything is ready. I will be there tomorrow morning." There was a finality in his Master's tone. Walters promptly nodded and left the study. In fact, Lord Benjamin Blackwell was so excited, he was already planning what he should wear tomorrow when he meet her. He had met countless women, bed so many of them, but none had been able to make him feel such excitement and anticipation.

The desk is covered with various entertainment newspapers and magazines, and almost all the headlines are occupied by Ashley and Martin Blackstorm. Compared with the official pairing of Martin Blackstorm and Linda Lee in the play, everyone seems to be more enthusiastic about pairing Ashley and Martin Blackstorm together. They all say that their sense of couple is stronger. Compared with Linda Lee's gentle inner beauty, everyone likes Ashley more. Ashley's hearty and boldness, daring to love and hate, is more in line with everyone's expectations of modern women.

Never showed mercy. He looks at Kael. Smiles. Missing teeth. "War criminal," he calls. Voice like gravel. "I will make this slow. For the sport." Kael says nothing. His eyes find mine. Gray. Steady. He nods once. I nod back. The signal comes. They shift. Both. Full wolf. Kael is gray. Large. Beautiful. The Butcher is black. Larger. Twisted. Wrong. They circle. The Butcher lunges first. Fast. Too fast. Kael dodges. Barely. Claws rake sand where he stood.

“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.