Novel & Cerita Lau Black Butler

And I need to get away before I lose my mind. "I'm only doing my job," he replies coolly. "Excuse me." He walks away. I roll my eyes as I watch him. Can't he just say 'Thanks" instead? "I'm just doing my job," I mimic his voice, laughing to myself. He's a piece of work. Butler Lucas returns from wherever he'd been hiding. "Breakfast is served in the dining room, my dear," he says in his worldly manners. Medium height, average body, with snow-like hair, Butler Lucas is my most loyal employee. The old man has been all over the fancy cities of the world, and Paris is where I stole him.

Sitting on a black leather swivel chair, legs crossed and hands rested on the fluffy armrest, Marco adjusted his blue tuxedo, slicking back his now white hair with gel, giving him a smooth and suave appearance. His eyes flew open as the door swung open, revealing the robotic butler, now dressed in a boyish style, his shaggy blond hair adding to his charm.

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.

a voice commanded from the doorway, deep and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a blade. I whipped my head toward the sound, my breath catching as I saw him—Lucian Moretti, the Reaper, standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His jet-black hair caught the light, his gray eyes piercing through me with a mix of betrayal and something darker, something I couldn’t name. He wore a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his muscular frame, exuding the arrogance of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it.

I noticed a hint of sadness on his voice. “I’m sorry hyung. I just want to enjoy my homecoming. I know that in the following days, I will be busy again.” I said turning serious. “You almost ruin a special occasion tonight Black Dragon. Wanna tell me what happened?” he answered turning serious too. “Yes, sir.” I just said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Four watches alarmed at the same time as their owners rushed their hands to stop it. One of them left the frying fan ordering his assistant to take over. He entered at the pantry, opened one of the cabinets and stepped inside. Upon closing the door, a humming can be heard inside.

The sight of the neglected plants stirred a bittersweet feeling in Sarang, who stared at them until he was called inside. The servants greeted Lucian warmly, relieved with his safe return, but their eyes soon drifted to the unfamiliar child clinging to their master's side.. Lucian Blackwell was an intimidating alpha in his thirties. He was very attractive with wavy chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and a thick beard that framed his rugged, olive, skin. A faded scar ran across his left cheek, enhancing his imposing presence. Yet, the beautiful child grasping his hand without fear amused the servants.

“No! I need to speak with him, butler, call him back! Call Alexander back!” The butler who had lost his patience brought out something from his side pocket and pressed on a red button. “Since you won't respect yourself, then I also won't respect you!” He said, then looked at Vivienne coldly as he spat his next words, “You’re not the madam of the mountain villa, don't be delusional! Our madam is sitting right here…” He bowed towards the silent Lauren who watched everything like she was watching a movie drama. Lauren was startled when all attention shifted back to her. She raised an eyebrow at the butler’s words. She won't deny that she felt satisfied with his words and actions.

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

“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.

Lauren "I should soon visit the research center I don't know how long will Kabuto take to resurrect, this day is so peaceful I hope I don't encounter any trouble today" Lauren gets up and gets ready to head out to the research center, he wears his usual black coat and rides towards the Pokemon research center, when he reaches there he his visited by Tad Tad "Lauren you are just in time, the resurrection is about to be complete" Lauren gets excited and runs towards the lab with professor Tad as the beach they see a group of researchers/scientist surrounding the fossil which is glowing Lauren walks to it and stands in front of the fossil waiting for Kabuto to appear and after few minutes his w