Undertaker Black Butler Real Name Novels & Stories

‘I am – I am – I am not lying. The brothers watched, bewildered by the inspector’s sudden change of demeanour. Jyoti’s face had turned white with fear. She started sobbing. Immediately, as if someone had opened the tap to a reservoir. The inspector settled back in his chair, his eyes glowing red with anger. ‘Do not play the farce of the wrongly accused. I have done my research before coming here. The flat belonged to Mr R Satish, the famous Telugu singer. He has a summer house here in Palampur and you were a live-in

I could see the chances of me living here very high because it was safe, it had street signs, there was no one smoking on the streets, much like my former neighborhood before I met Silas. I opened the door and got out, rounding the car to walk up to the house that was sitting in a very nice place. I knocked on the door and waited for a while. I heard someone speaking in the background as the door opened. I saw my butler in a black shirt and tie with black trousers, like he was going somewhere. He stared at me. “Oh, sir,” he said, brows raised. “What can I do for you? I knew I should have written how much I was being owed for the month, but I haven’t come around that. I have to go to a funera

the policeman asked and Xavier nodded in affirmation. When they arrived at the station, the policeman directed him to the detective in charge of the case. “My name is detective Joe Allen and I’m in charge of the undertaker’s case,” Detective Joe said “Why should these so-called undertakers rob me?” Xavier asked. “Well, because you earn a lot, you are rich and well recognized and somehow they must have known that you were going to transfer five billion United States Dollars in an ice cream truck instead of a regular van to the bank outside the state. “ Detective Joe said.

Then, Dave (Thomas) added, "Irene, I have something important to tell you." Irene looked at him. In her perspective, her uncle had always been gentle and harmless. He had never had a temper, but now his face was stern. She had a feeling that something bad would happen. Sure enough, Thomas said something that surprised her, "I am not the real Thomas. The real Thomas is dead. My real name is Dave Walker...”

Gray who spoke. “Well, I actually thought the same code name as the killer didn't give us one himself,” confessed Mr. Anderson. “Of course, great minds think alike,” said Mr. Gray proudly, and everyone else in the room felt a little uncomfortable seeing Mr. Gray's sudden boasting. “Ok …... and finally, the killer somehow transfers the dead body to the victim’s house in the victim’s funeral outfit. He even left the victims in their own room in a position as if they were simply sleeping. And even after doing all these no one ever saw the culprit. There's not a single witness.”

As expected confusion reflects on their faces. Giving them time to ponder upon their confusion, he kept quiet while slowly pacing the floor several feet away from them. Abruptly stopping, he faces the wall and meets every pair of eyes staring back at him. "Vasili 'Wolf' Petrov of the Petrov Mafia owns the underworld. That's me. And yes I am a Petrov. A descendant of Carlos Petrov" he smirks, enjoying their surprise. "And yes again, we are the family the world believes had died in a slaughter" playfully, he continues as he points at himself before he seriously faces them all.

"Last I knew, somewhere in the city. Mirabel paid him fifty thousand up front, another fifty when the job is done. He's been tracking you for weeks." "The second name?" "Yuki Tanaka. Expert in making deaths look accidental. Poisonings, staged falls, car accidents. She's expensive but effective. Mirabel hired her as backup in case Webb fails." "And the third?" Isabel hesitated. "The third is the most dangerous. His real name is classified, but he goes by 'The Shepherd.' Former CIA black ops. He doesn't just kill targets, he destroys their entire support system first. Family, friends, anyone they care about."

“I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…” Vlad stopped in front of him. His red eyes looked like two doors to hell. Then Vlad Draven Darkmoor appeared, completely naked and his body covered in blood. His face showed no mercy. Only a cold, deadly calm. “That was your last mistake.” Blackwell began to cry from pure terror. He tried to crawl backward. The wolf that had carried him lay dead a few meters away, its throat torn open and its eyes glassy. “Please… please, sir… I just wanted to live…” the butler stammered. “They promised! They said that if I delivered the human to them, I would be one of them! Immortal! I served you for fifty-six years… fifty-six years!”

She was thinking of the trauma the old man must have endured. “Might I ask who was the man responsible for Martin's wife's death?” I asked and the nurse's smile vanished. Her finger tapped on the cup. She stared at the contents in it and when she raised her head, she moved her lips. “I shouldn't do this, but since you have already witnessed a few madnesses here, then you've earned it. He's known as the demon boss of the underworld. He rules both the mafia settlements, some gangs, and controls the police. To me, I'll say he's the devil. The locals call him Drako, but his real name is Raymond Grey.”

His thumb pressed into the hollow of my throat. He could feel my pulse race. I was so sure of it. We were silent for a while but he didn't let go of me. He just stood, naked, and studying me to see if a lie would cross my face. After a long moment, he tilted his head. “You're telling the truth”. He said it was like a verdict but he didn't drop the knife. “This apartment belongs to Viktor Volkov. The contract killer. The man they call the Ghost of the Eastern Bloc”.