Mey Rin Black Butler Novels & Stories

“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?”

“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.

Non. Nervously, Jasmine let out, her words breaking through his thoughts. “Black.” A small knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Black it is then.” Like the moment of ruin had came, be stepped forward, close enough to let his breath graze her skin. “Since you do not want rewards, Master will punish you.”

Koishi gulps in response, bits inside his cheeks. "I will be there by your side, master" with the gentle look over the face of the butler with a small smile on his lips. "Thanks, Damien for everything. I don't know what would I do it you weren't there. Thanks for everything" making a butler freeze for a second staring down at his master, eventually nodding his head hearing the door being open. Just then, to see a lady with black hair tied into a bun opens the door, the cat-like eyes with beauty over the side of her cheek. Her eyes move towards the butler then at Koishi making her eyes go wide in response.

Amelia I never should’ve answered my brother’s call. The thought crossed my mind for the tenth time as I stood in the marble-clad lobby of Blackwood Enterprises, the polished floor so clean it reflected the anxious rise and fall of my chest. High above me, the company’s insignia — a minimalist black ‘B’ encased in a silver circle — gleamed against the stark white wall, daring me to turn back. I didn’t.

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h

“You are asking for war, boy. Do you have an idea who I am? I am—” “I know who you are,” I cut him off, bored. “You’re an obstacle.” I stepped around him. He moved to grab me, but I shot him a look, a look purely from the Alpha of the Silverclaw, a look that promised a death so slow he would beg for the loop to reset. He hesitated. That split second was all I needed. I reached the table and picked up Theo’s glass of wine. I took a slow sip, savoring the vintage while staring directly at Irene.

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”