Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

I muttered quietly under my breath. We drove into a white gate and there it stood. A magnificent tall building—an obvious mansion, with more windows than I could count. The door of the house was controlled with a button, from a tab held by the woman. I scrunched my nose. Don't blame me, I tried to be impressed, I wanted to be, but Tyler Blackwood was at the top of my blacklist. Whatever he'd done that seemed nice to him, was just simply bland to me. Who was this Booker Greyson anyways? Why did I have to be her?

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

“Still, those two are practically hip to hip.” “I rest my case.” Black lifted her head from the book she was reading just to glare at him. Hisoka chuckled low although his cold gaze penetrated Black’s eyes. “Don’t you think you’re too informal with your one and only emperor, Black?” It wasn’t his intention to be a prick but seemed like they were too comfortable with him. Black shifted her gaze somewhere else, acting as if nothing happened. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” Hisoka chuckled and looked away before continuing his game with the already silent Smiley.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

Sarah straddled my face, grinding her pussy against my tongue while Elias and Damien double-penetrated my cunt together. I cummed so hard I nearly blacked out, moaning into Sarah’s pussy as both men flooded my womb with cum. As I lay there, panting, covered in fresh loads, Sarah leaned down and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. “You’re finally home, Lila,” she whispered. “And this is only the beginning.” But as the lights dimmed slightly, a new figure stepped out from the deepest shadows. A man… tall, powerful, and wearing a pure black mask with no decoration.

I look at Lucian. He is looking at the closed book on the table with the expression he has when something has settled into a place he did not know it was looking for. “Calla Avery,” he says. “And a Blackthorn,” I say. “One hundred and twelve years ago.” “In this territory.” We look at each other.

The door flew back and hit the wall with a jarring noise as he stood with feet apart, ready to take on anything, I knew. My eyes lit up immediately I saw him, my heart warming at the thought that he'd rushed here to save me. He stared at me first, reassuring me with a little smile, and then his gaze hardened as he turned to the other two people in the room. "We came here to negotiate the terms of your surrender, Axel and Vera." He told them. Vera burst out laughing while Axel scowled. "I always despised your arrogance Black Saint." "No, Axel. You were just sad because you could never have what was nine, nor be like me in any way, no matter how hard you tried. Infact your envy amgriviy."

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.

He gripped her chin, his leather gloves cool against her burning skin, forcing her to look at him. "Ava. Look at me." She blinked, fighting the haze. Her pupils were blown wide, consumed by lust, unable to focus. But then, her gaze drifted down. She saw it. The black serpent tattoo on his collarbone. It was an anchor in the storm. With a sob, she reached out, her fingers tracing the ink, digging into his skin. "...Hurt," she cried, a bizarre mix of laughter and tears spilling from her lips. "It needs to hurt..."

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”