Undertaker Black Butler Real Name Novels & Stories

The man stopped with a stifled expression. “Our goal is to destroy anything abnormal, and one of the abnormal things in our world is the Ilgara hybrid.” "You are the group that opposes it." Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person.

A man whose idea of persuasion in the business world was a master class in passive-aggressive dominance. That’s how he earned the nickname “The Undertaker”, because apparently, he never takes no for an answer. If Lucian Montgomery wants something, you might as well kiss it goodbye. It was never really yours to begin with. “The Buff up business magazine” from the past 6 years called him a brilliant mastermind in the art of business and plays the game so well by executing flawless tactics with a poker face that could win wars in an instant. What really threw me off, was trying to figure out how the hell my parents managed to get tied up with a man like him. One of the top billionaires in the e

“L-Lightning Tiger is a gangster boss in the underworld. He has a bunch of experts working for him. He even monopolized the entire funeral industry of the city, so we were forced to take orders from him. The Undertaker. It was the title that Lilyrose gave him because he was involved whenever people died. Whenever someone died, Lightning Tiger’s men would show up in the shortest amount of time and offer to help with the funeral and wake service. It might seem like good service but there was actually a hefty price to pay.

He had the look of an old family butler; the kind of servant he'd seen at least three generations go by without him appearing to age because he already looked old from the start. It was clear that this cadaverous creature was nothing more than a servant, for the real force at work here was the man Viktor assumed was Doctor Shandri D. Tepes, or at least the man Viktor assumed had that name. While the servant stood at the end of the table and held a lantern over the body, the surgeon himself leaned over the open cavity in the disemboweled body, his back turned toward the two uninvited observers.

However, he must have known her since he mentioned her name. The butler opened the door before I even reached the steps leading up to the doorway. His name was Claud, and he had a rather peculiar look. About 45 years old with broad shoulders, he was apparently an old football player from college who needed a job. Needless to say, he was quite a frightening-looking man.

a trickle of tear poured down his eyes. “Hah. Burdensome. Even your idea is burdensome, Ryan. If I kill you, then I have to take care of you body and if police find any trace, I have to spend billions to cover the incident. Too much hassle. It’s better if I let my cubs handle you,” a malicious grin turned on his face, his hands back at his whip, he stood up to call someone, “William!” A tall and skinny man walked in that room quick as if he was already around the room, his black tuxedo waved, a chain around his vest made him look like a modern butler, yet his wrinkly face and a glass with golden rim stamped his age on his face.

Taking matters into his own hands, the old butler managed to bring the legendary healer Ghost Hand Reed to the Jess family estate in under two hours. Reed was a miracle worker. Known throughout the north as Ghost Hand Reed, his real name was Wealhmaer Reed. He was famed for bringing people back from the brink of death.

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

"Fine then, tell Wendell Hunt to avenge Tom for us." "Yes, dad!" Freddie Clarkson replied quickly. ..... Nightfall in Eastblue city. The wind howled at the top floor of the old commercial building. David Leon the Black-hand, the owner of the antique auctioning company treasure vault, was brought to the top of the building with his hands restrained by a group of fierce looking men. "Who the hell are you? Do you even know who am I? Everyone who knows me calls me the Black-hand! I am a follower of the Clarkson family too! You have no right to do this!" He screamed as he stumbled along.

I smirked, struck a pose in front of it, and snapped a quick photo. “Another suitor rejected.” I typed, with a wink emoji. It was a joke. A flex. That’s when the butler stepped out of the car. He was older, silver-haired, dressed in a crisp black suit and white gloves. He looked at my wrist, his eyes narrowing immediately. He didn’t ask for ID. He didn’t ask questions. He only asked, “Are you Miss Twain?” I hesitated. My last name. “Yes,” I said without thinking. “I’m Zarah Twain.”