Lau Black Butler Novels & Stories

"Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me." As Linda watched the vintage vehicle drive off, she put down her waving hand, and turned to head back inside. But then the loud screeching sound of the Tyre of a car against the asphalt road, made her stop. She turned and saw a black sport Benz car parked right in front of her. All doors of the vehicle apart from the driver's side opened up, with three men clad in suit hopping out of it. In the blink of an eye, all three were at her front, way beyond comprehension.

The look of concern in his face told me a lot of things. I stared at the room in silence as I thought about some things. As I did, my gaze followed the swirling of the aura. “Lancelot is inside that room, isn’t he?” I guessed. Suddenly the butler paused. He stood still for a few seconds, like he got petrified by something. “He’s not inside.” Suddenly a different voice replied. I turned behind me to see Izana landing on his feet. Brushing his long, jet-black hair backwards, he sauntered to me, a smirk laced his prominent lips.

The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler of about 25 or 27 years old, elegantly dressed in his traditional black tuxedo. His hair was completely navy blue, slicked back giving him a boyish look. His back was strong like a steel sword. His face possessed a calm and solemn appearance, which made him have a gentle aura, but his eyes were sharp like those of a wolf after his prey. Following behind the butler and flanking the hall, were five maids and three other butlers, each with a distinctive style. The first maid did not have an apron on her uniform, instead she had a beautiful black chalet with long sleeves with buttons, around her neck was a green scarf, her face was stoic and

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

He turned his head and saw incredibly black hair, from someone he must bow to pay respects every time he encountered her; the Empress is here. Rin bent his body and watched Lixien who was with Lyla. Seeing that, Rin couldn’t help but to sneer. Vai’s hated person and one of the trusted people, are together. “How amusing.” Rin whispered. He heard them conversing. “Yes, Your Majesty. You can further learn all your duties from a teacher or from a butler.” Lyla’s polite voice sounded. “Butler? Hm… let’s see. What’s the name of the butler here again, Sh… hmm? What’s that?”

“Snap!” What followed was the sharp snap of the man’s fingers. As if performing sorcery, the room lit up the moment he snapped. As the room brightened, Butler Thomas dropped to one knee in a respectful bow, one hand braced on the other knee. “My Lord.” The man turned, facing Butler Thomas when he heard his voice. He was dressed in ancient regal black attire, as though it belonged to a long-forgotten dynasty. His hair was long and dark, like darkness itself, falling down his back.

Hair is also graying a lot. " Butler Len, what are you doing to the child?" "Welcome back, I'm just going to help Mr. Vu get back to bed. I'm sorry!" After the butler Len finished speaking, he immediately bowed his head and left, under those questioning eyes he did not want to change his face at all. Tomson Ruan didn't believe it at all, surely something had to happen before Kito Yun became so lost. That child has never been in such a state as it is now.

If you hit him in front of him, you can't even take revenge; even if you run away, you can't escape him; it's strange not to be dumbfounded. Lalisa was carried inside the mansion, then pushed into the elevator, and moved into a luxurious place like a Western palace in the 14th century, unlike average rooms. Standing in the room was an older man about sixty years old, with a bright spirit, a very gentle face, his hands clasped behind him, wearing a butler's clothes. "Miss Lalisa, you're good; I'm the butler McKay of the Mr. Louis house." The old man smiled and briefly introduced her to her, then extended his hand, "Please sit down."

“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 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.