Fanfiction Black Butler Novels & Stories

I smiled at him and laughed. "Hi," I whispered to him and then kissed his hand. "You're not planning on leaving me in here, are you? That's a little dressy for staying in here...." "I'm a king and prefer to look presentable at all times," he told me and laid back down in the bed with me, handing me the TV remote. I looked at the TV remote and then at him before I nodded and then turned on the TV, putting on Black Butler. I curled up to the bedsheets and smelled them, smiling as I caught Lyle's scent on them.

Omnipresent narrator Aitana, sighed deeply and walked towards Helmut's office, but, before reaching it, she met the butler of the house, who only looked down when he knew everything his boss had done, to push her away. "I need your help with something," says Aitana with a completely broken heart. "How can I help you?" asks the butler. "I need the divorce agreement and something to sign with. I know you have many copies of it. Provide me with one, please" asks Aitana and the butler nods.

"In case you wanted to Fuc-," "OKAY!" I yelled over him, startling both Mary and him. "Okay, I get it. I get it. Please cancel that arrangement." "Yes, my lady." He responded unaffected, like a robot with one less task to do. -God, you slept with the butler too? C'mon!!- The book was all about Daisy, so I can't be sure about all of Vivanna's conquests. I was sure about Isaak because of the dramatic punishment, the concubines, because of their deep hatred and…there was someone else, a rich noble. Possibly just an extra.

' she thought and used it as an inspiration not to break her stare. Everyone in the room was tensed. Black did this before with Flute and he almost went crazy, not being able to handle the memories that he saw. Black lost control of it, but thankfully, Era was there to control Flute and told him he's okay. That nothing's wrong. "Say my name," Black ordered which Ela obeyed and made their both of their eyes turn white. 💜

Zaphrina had managed to embed her body into the piece of revolting black dress which was given to her by the butler--Neville--upon her arrival at the maiden's quarters. The uniform was an unpleasant baggy cotton material owning a white rounded lacy extension around the neck as the collar, It was of a despicable length; as it oddly fled a couple of meters below her knees and to crown the gruesome collection were the uneven pleats, thankfully hidden beneath a white apron worn over her waist.

“Oh? Interesting. What has the King got you doing now, I wonder. What’s say you, Miss. Ferrowstrangth?” Catarina goes to speak once more but she flinches. The sound of the blade slicing away at another lower limb of the beast makes her stomach swell with nerves. Slam! Another limb is sliced away and thrown into the bucket just like all the others, though now she has gathered the courage to speak. “We need you. A mission directly handed to me by the king.” Butch smirks from the sensation of being wanted rather than needed. Another collision between energy and flesh chops off the remaining leg which shortly after is tossed into the bucket. The male places the blade down back from once it came,

He blurred away like a simple illusion and all in a second a pale skinned, tailed person pounced. The tailed white haired butler jumped upon 008, his long elegant claws digging into her chest and without even effort ripping her apart. The shadow dispersed into nothingness the moment she was ripped apart and all that dropped was a silver-gray orb. 019 felt cold. So cold, if there was a face on him perhaps they would have conveyed the emotions that danced inside of his body, perhaps they would speak of the hatred that began to burn as he looked up at the white haired butler that had already pounced.

his voice dripped with malicious curiosity. Shock went through Ivan's body, and his heart pounded against his chest. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness. The scars of Black's past doings against his family still haunted him, never allowing forgiveness to take root. Mocking laughter echoed through the phone once again. "Don't worry, it's not the same as your parents this time, young man," Black retorted, his tone seething with sadistic satisfaction. "I merely wish to have a little chat. Find me when you have time, Mr. Busy Man!"

“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

"I can end you with one post." I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean??" Charlotte chuckled over the phone and whispered. "You don't dine with the devil and go scot free. It was nice doing business with you but you should know better than to toy with me." "I did it, I did it.....We made a deal, Charlotte!" I said, fear cracking through my voice. "This isn't about me but my father...he loves the butler job! He needs it.... Please, for his sake, don't...." Before I could finish, a voice behind me cut through the night. "You're the butler's daughter?" I froze.