Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

"And you still weren’t satisfied. And now that you’ve lost, you want to throw a tantrum?" His jaw tightened. "You’re pathetic." I shook my head. "And desperate." His eyes flash. "You fucking bit—" "Say it." A new voice challenged and the atmosphere change as the room instantly went silent. His deep voice was cold and lethal even making me feel goosebumps, I slowly turned to see Ethan Blackwood with his hands in his locker at his shoulders were relaxed as he wore an unreadable expression, but his eyes were locked unto Alex, not even blinking for a second.

Instead, I stood frozen as Lucien Black—the devil in a designer fortress—looked at me like I was the weapon he'd been waiting for. "You're insane," I whispered. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Probably," he said. "Ask me again tomorrow. After you've seen the rest." End of Chapter Two.

Holy mother of heavens. He’d had sex with a man. Not just any man but a non-human. Ethan, you’re insane. Truly insane. The sound of the running shower in the room pulled his focus. That must be Lucian. Ethan’s muscles tensed. He needed to get out of here. Dashing out of the room, his clothes barely covering his body, Ethan froze. Standing before him was Butler Ben, staring at him blankly. Oh, shit. “Good morning, Mr. Ethan.”

Black took the paper and started reading. Hi my most favourite enemy, I have heard you found your mate. Congratulations. I also heard your mate is so beautiful. I suggest you not to love your mate so much because I am going to snatch her very soon from you. You know humans are very easiy to kill. Take care of your mate. I heard she is a human. After reading this, Black growled loudly in anger. Everyone got on their knees in fear. Black turned and started running towards his pack house. He wanted to see his mate. When he reached home, Angelina's smell lead him towards the garden.

My brain was so completely drowned in the raw fantasy of pinning his thighs apart that I entirely failed to stop him from feeding the story straight into Katy's waiting ears. “...there was this highly suspicious, dominant black machine lurking right outside my stone gate in the dead of midnight,” Johnson explained, painting me as some grand protector before the server. “Jack marched straight into the shadow, confronted the alpha behind the glass, and forced his beast to track away.” I would have let my chest swell with true alpha pride if the actual driver hadn't been Niall's enforcer. “A black machine, is it?” Katy whispered, her dark eyes boring holes straight through my skull. I quickly t

His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.” His eyes land on me and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he brings his hand to my face and caresses my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. He says, “You, my dear, are the epitome of perfection.” I’m not sure how to respond to him so I say meekly, “Thank you… Sir.” His eyebrows raise, impressed that I added the title he wanted. He brings his thumb back to my lips and tells me in a low tone, “Suck it.”

The gray morning light was just enough to outline the strong jaw I knew so well. “Ethan?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. He didn’t answer. His face was shadowed, but as he stepped closer, I saw his eyes—black. Completely black. He raised a hand, pointing at the book clutched to my chest. His lips moved slowly, but the words were clear: > “You shouldn’t have read that.” I gripped the book tighter, my back pressing against the cupboard. He gave a faint, almost imperceptible smile before moving toward me.

“Of course. The support will begin immediately. Investors will return. The market will settle.” “That’s all," I turned to leave, but Malcolm stepped closer. He placed his hands around my waist, pulling me to a kiss or God knows what. I looked at him sharply. “Don’t touch me", shoving his hands away. Malcolm laughed softly. “Still acting offended? After everything?” I pushed him away. “I did what you wanted. Don’t mistake that for permission.” Malcolm watched me walk out, still smiling. Ethan Blackwood is a high class gigolo. He doesn't take any responsibility neither does he know how to manage his father's company but knows every new hot motel with hot sluts available for sex with a penny.