Mey Rin Black Butler Novels & Stories

The butterflies are back with a vengeance as his presence settles in my senses. “Ah, it’s not a guy.” I blush; I don’t think he can see me blushing right; I’m tempted to touch my hot cheeks as he eyes me curiously. “A girlfriend, maybe?” “No, not like that, just a friend. She wants me to hurry downstairs. Apparently, it’s turnt” “And we’re missing out?” He gasps playfully. “Yeah…” I laugh nervously; I can’t think of anything to say. Come on, brain, work, I’m smart, I can maintain a conversation.

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

"Britney, it seems like you were overly concerned about a butler! If you're really curious, I have a suggestion for you..." Manuel's eyes narrowed slightly, his pitch-black pupils capturing her, his voice steady. "Tonight, indulge me! I will tell you everything!"

Quickly getting up in disbelief, he got dressed, but his back hurt. He walked up to the mirror in the room and looked at what had caused it. There were black claw marks on his back that were pulsing, and it confused him. He looked at Mayom, that was still asleep on the bed, and frowned. What did he do to him? He sat down on the edge of the bed trying to recall what they did last night, but the more he tried to think about it, the stronger his headache grew. Melnais was a master of the dark. Not evil, not connected to the demonic world, but when night came, he was its master.

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.

This time, a butler—a real butler this time, not the Alpha or Beta—showed me around the sprawling mansion. As he showed me each room that I was and wasn’t permitted to enter and told me about the house rules and my responsibilities, I couldn’t help but think about how Lila and Emma would giggle when I told them about his funny black and white uniform with its long coattails and white gloves.

"But if I may ask my Majesty Aiden, you are against the kidnapping of children for slaves and sales of slaves for maltreatment, so why give the orders to make a slave trade so quickly, especially from that age range, is anything bothering you my royal highness" He turned towards him and he saw the fear that flashed in the Butler's eyes, he was still his Butler and had been a faithful servant, he had been his direct messenger for almost a century, due to his blood which does not belong to the pure-blooded werewolves, he seems to age quickly.

“We’re just… mingling with billionaires.” Elaina managed a smile, though her nerves crackled beneath her skin. They barely made it past the main hall when a sudden hush fell over the crowd. A man entered. Tall. Broad. Dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that shimmered subtly like dark smoke. Lucien Blackthorn. He was carved from ice—his features cruelly handsome, his eyes obsidian. When those eyes scanned the room and landed on her, something in Elaina’s chest stuttered. Her breath hitched.

Like he doesn’t want me to see what is going on inside. “If this is about climate change, L-Lord Pendleton is safe and sound. Tell Mayor Quill he has nothing to worry about.” Before the nervous butler closes the door, Zayn steps in front, preventing the butler from completing it. The butler got frightened by Zayn’s appearance and fell back on the floor. “Ah!” He cries. “You shouldn’t be screaming like that. Beast people have very sensitive hearing.” I curled in a smile. The butler's face turns white, staring at Zayn, who reveals his wolf ears and fangs.