Charles Grey Black Butler Novels & Stories

Charles has already opened the back door of the car so that Grey could drop me carefully in his black truck, the seat next to him. Grey seem not to be withdrawn from anything black, almost all the coats in his wardrobe are black. Black boots, black car black T-shirt.. A few people glance at me, but they said nothing as they focused on going back to their houses. When Grey got into the truck and turn on the engines, Charles took solid steps back into his red truck in his black boat. He doesn’t stay in Grey’s house, but close.

Renee looked around at the formally seated members of the Grey family, with less timidity than in her previous life. Just as she was about to speak... Steady footsteps approached from behind. Everyone, except the family patriarch, straightened up respectfully. A tall figure walked past Renee. The butler took the coat from his arm and nodded, "Mr. Grey." "Mm." Carl acknowledged coldly, giving a slight nod to the patriarch before taking his seat. He never once glanced at Renee. As if she were beneath his notice. But Renee stared at him intently. Until he sensed it and lowered his gaze to meet hers.

It was my better judgment, and Geraldine would kick my ass off if I wouldn’t do it. “I don’t know what the hell are you thinking about coming back here. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want Gray to kill your ass? You never listen…” I lectured as I guided him toward the fire exit. We couldn’t be seen by anyone while his face had so much blood, so we had to take this way to not embarrass himself. Charles was the only son of one of the Moores’ closest family friends. Gray wasn’t alive yet when Charles’ family had a connection with Gray’s father, so he was so hard to get rid of even if we already made so much effort.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

His thoughts were a mess…Ethan collapsing, guardians appearing like demons summoned from thin air, Scarlet absence, probably whispering with the Lycan behind closed doors. He didn’t trust anyone anymore. He stepped outside into the courtyard and the cold wind slapped him across the face. His butler was already waiting beside his sleek black vehicle, posture rigid, expression unreadable as always. “Sir, ” the man greeted calmly. Grey didn’t respond. He just yanked open the door and slid into the backseat. “To the Lycan mansion,” he ordered. The engine roared to life instantly. As the vehicle shot out of the academy gates, Grey leaned back and exhaled harshly.

He had seen him a few times with Cossington. The man bowed. "Your Grace, great to be in your presence." If only he could say the same. Charles thought. "I had wanted to come by Carlisle Crest since my return but I have been quite preoccupied so when I saw you here, which I must confess I wasn't expecting, I thought it a good thing and quickly came to you. My name is Paul Heathcliff, I serve in His Majesty's army. Third light dragoon." He offered his box of cigars. "Cigar?" Charles took a drag of his cigar, searching for Beth. He found her still by the fountain only now his mother had gone to her again. "What do you want?"

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

he added. He sat up and tapped Charles immediately “Let’s go, we can’t keep wasting time” Bryan said, he sounded like he had accepted the worst that could happen, somewhere in between staying strong, being complacent and being passive about the whole situation. “Right, seat belt bro” Charles reminded Bryan. “Oh yeah… and I need to call Grey's assistant, I called Grey, but he wasn’t picking up” Bryan said, searching his pocket for his phone, while Charles reversed and hit the road out of the company.

“I might regret what I will end up doing next.” Gray didn’t push further. Instead, he went and sat down on the dressing table. Looking at his reflection in the dressing mirror. “This room is too girly,” he complained. Charles smirked. “And you look girly yourself.” Gray snapped his head toward him. “Excuse me?” “What do you mean by that?” he demanded. Charles ignored him and walked out. “I will go send someone with your food.”