Mey Rin Black Butler Novels & Stories

the butler informed me as he led several staff members in to clear the table. "When will he return?" I asked. "I wouldn't know. Alpha Blackwood's affairs are not for someone like me to question. I simply perform my duties as required." I managed a small smile. "I see. Thank you." The butler continued, "By the way, Miss Winters, if you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. We'll accommodate any request within our power." I glanced down at the bathrobe wrapped tightly around me. "I could use some clothes, and a phone, if you don't mind."

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

As I think deeper and deeper and as possibility thoughts emerged in my brain, my complexion gets worsened little by little. "Did you just say, my guide for tomorrow is a male species or female species?" 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.

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.

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.

“Miss Gwen, that’s enough. You need to leave.” Gwen turned her glare on him, her voice dripping with contempt. “And who do you think you are to talk back at me? Oh, let me refresh your memory; You’re nothing but just a poor, wretched butler who’ll die a lonely man. What gives you the right to order me around?”

Dante had informed him about her joining the female army’s training, but that was no excuse for this, training doesn't take this long. The doorbell finally rang. Butler William hurried to open it, relief evident on his face. “My lady, you’re finally back—” Riley stood in the doorway, supporting a very drunk Myra. She gave the butler a sheepish nod. Mattheo rose slowly from his seat. Riley’s playful expression faltered the moment she met his cold, piercing gaze. A dark line of displeasure etched across his face as he took in Myra’s flushed cheeks and limp form.

It felt good to refer to her like that. The butler just smiled and sipped his drink again the collapsed back with his glass at hand. He exhaled a lungful of air and tilted his head to look at me. His eyes were shining you'd have thought he was crying. "Am glad you two are close. But where does that leave Anita?"