Lau Black Butler Novels & Stories

Laurel's eyes widen in disbelief and her hand form into a fist. "I'm not a goddamn spiderman!" She exclaimed sharply and let out a growl like a hostile stray cat. "Nobody said that," Mort said, unconcerned at all. He thrust his hands into his pocket and turn his back on her. Laurel rolled her eyes. "Boss, shall I bring the guns?" The Butler asked who was standing behind them. He is the chauffeur and drives them to the given location.

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.

From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly. "The traitor is the butler. Blackwell. He sold himself for the promise of immortality. He’s trying to escape through the forest." The black panther let out a low, deep growl that made the walls tremble slightly. Its red eyes blazed with fury. "Go," ordered the spirit. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lucian slowly pulled his face away. Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, breathing hard. "I... I couldn’t stop," she whispered, ashamed.

I repeat my question a while ago again. I watched Butler Gjian as he nodded his head slightly when I mention male species, letting me see his tall nose, feminine eyes and flatteringly long eyelashes, if one will not look closely, they will mistake this strict butler to a feminine boy but thinking about it I shivered unconsciously. Ah! Gosh! I am off topic now. But realizing him nod a while ago to my mention of male species, my eyes widened in disbelief as I muttered a cry and say in a high pitch voice,

I repeat my question a while ago again. I watched Butler Gjian as he nodded his head slightly when I mention male species, letting me see his tall nose, feminine eyes and flatteringly long eyelashes, if one will not look closely, they will mistake this strict butler to a feminine boy but thinking about it I shivered unconsciously. Ah! Gosh! I am off topic now. But realizing him nod a while ago to my mention of male species, my eyes widened in disbelief as I muttered a cry and say in a high pitch voice,

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

"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.”

It was impossible but he couldn't stop the tremor of hope that ran through him. "Gimme." He tried not to make the excitement he felt overtake him. He had an image to keep after all. The butler was a tall slim blonde, clean shaven but the greys in his hair showed he was older than he looked. He was groomed neatly too, the well cut black suit he wore hugging his figure nicely. His pristine black shoes seemed to glow in the dark, and his facial expression gave away nothing. He walked gracefully towards Chelsea, a sense of elegance around him. Chelsea wanted to punch his face. He's never punched anybody in his entire life but he was willing to try.

"Frank Lawrence, I am telling you this as Vicky's mother, and I have thought long and hard about this." "Really? Why don't you walk me through your thought process?" Frank asked bluntly. "That's enough!" The black-clad man on the main seat bellowed. "I didn't come for your nonsense!" Turning toward Frank with a look of contempt, he growled, "So you're Frank Lawrence?" "Yes," Frank replied, studying the man in turn. "And you are?" His abundant vigor and strong physique made it obvious that he was a martial elite. "Wilf Chandler—butler of the Chandler household," Neil announced.

New! New! New! Previously on ADWTD: Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense." Colton was still staring at his hand before his head snapped up, his eyes twinkling with excitement and a huge grin forming on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. "It's not 'The killer is a am butler.'" He said, delight at solving the last clue evident on his face. "It is 'The killer is A M butler' Abel Mackenzie's butler!"