Undertaker Black Butler Real Name Novels & Stories

complained to the dangerous man with golden glasses, his eyes never landed on me. I have never met this man in my life, masked or not. I’m sure of it. His aura is so strange to me. I just can’t believe that we are related by blood in any way. Right at this moment, Sebastian’s voice raise in the empty hallway, “Isn’t this the famous butler, Mr. Ethan Williams?” I knew that name. The media called him “The Butler” -- the right hand man of Johnny Vanderbilt, who is basically single handedly dealing with any and every business of the Vanderbilt empire.

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.”

Silas managed to kill him while rescuing his brother. Alfred: Sera and Tomas's trusted butler and layer. He takes care of everyone at Axelsson's estate. He's both Axelsson and Void's lawyer and took care of Pamela and Ridley's funeral arrangements along with their will. He done the same recently for Tomas. He's now stuck taking care of Sera, Ross, Kingsley, Aurelio, Killian, Dmitri, and Toma. Although Dmitri and Toma are more considered guests. He's the head butler of the estate and admirs Kingsley and Sera the most. Alfred has reading spectacles.

James stood, silently praying that the butler wouldn't realize he wasn't a real member of the club. "Ah, you must be the Lord of the Undead. You are late. The others are sitting down at the feast. The ladies have arrived, and you don't want to miss the festivities." Lord of the Undead? James didn't know whether to laugh or cringe at the title. "Very good," James muttered and entered the house. The butler was watching him carefully, and he waited for the man to indicate where he should go. "Well don't stand there!" he barked. "Show me to the room."

Did he just give me a look? "You have a point in that. And it's one I can rectify easily." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a driver's license with the name Ethan James Blackstone clearly printed on it. He handed me a business card with the same name and Blackstone Security International, Ltd. engraved on the cream card- stock. "You may keep that." He grinned again. "I'm very busy at my job, Miss Bennett. I have absolutely no time for a hobby as a serial killer, I promise you." I laughed at those words. "Good one, Mr. Blackstone." I put his card in my purse. "All right. You can give me a ride. His brow shot up again, and I got the sideways grin again too.

He will destroy you, till every Morano bloodline is wiped out by him. His revelation had certainly left me shocked. All this time I thought Donatello was the boss of the western Mafia, but he was just an underling? If he wasn't my real enemy, who was? 'Tell me, who is your master?' 'My boss has many names, I'm not afraid of telling you his name. My master is a demon, he goes by the name Black. When he finds you, it's best you know the name of the man who kills you.'

He sounded exasperated and it was insulting to me. He reached across and pressed something on the armrest of his chair. The screen on the far wall flickered to life. A news broadcast was on. Buston network logo in the corner. The anchor's voice filled the cabin, crisp and professional and devastating. *"—identified as the infamous underground assassin known only as Viper. Sources confirm that the murder of Marcus Thorne, prominent businessman and father of groom Draven Thorne, occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning inside a penthouse suite at the Celestine Grand Hotel—"*

No one knew that under the staircase of the non governmental charity house was an undercover house, a secret hideout for professional, sooth after criminals. The slight opening of its door announced the presence of two tall, young men with a nicely built physique. Their eyes scanned the dark room till it landed on the trio. "Boss," The trio rose in deference. Entering fully, Henry sat on the couch smoking while the other figure stood stoically behind him. His cold eyes stared around silently. He was a known assassinator. An ex military man who goes by the name 'ten lives'. But his real name was Henry Gomez. "Ralph, were you able to get those document from the state secretary? And accountant?

And with that, I hung up. Almost immediately, Noah called me back, “Just to be clear sir, what name did he give you?” Give me? “Carter is his name. I don’t recall his last name.” “This must be a mistake because the man in this picture is none other than Christopher Blackwood, the only son of Blackwood industries.” What? Blackwood industries? I knew that name, it sounded so familiar. “I think you’re the one mistaken. This man worked as my bodyguard for years.”

“We were unaware of this. None of our spies got wind of it. It was only today we looked into it when we found him standing at the entrance of her company.” “He went under my radar,” I grinned. “He is also associated with a man known as Mr. Thompson. From the records his real name is Kelvin Black. Sentenced to life for eight murders but died in jail. A few years later he reappeared at Thompson with no last name.” “How did they meet?” “We haven’t found that out yet.” “Look into it. I want more people around the penthouse. Harvey and Lucille must be safe,” I instructed. “On it.” He headed for the door but I stopped him.