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Belle Adams' Butler

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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427 Chs

Lake of Bones- Part 3

Barron tried to squeeze himself against the tree to get the water out of his rabbit suit that had dipped itself in the lake of bones, "Where are Belle and Lucas?" asked the rabbit to Greed who stared at the lake, who didn't take a step to dip even the tip of his shoe in the lake. 

"Gone," came the bland reply compared to Barron who looked agitated with the sudden pull into the lake. 

"What do you mean gone? Huh?" asked Barron, "Could you get this thing squeezed? It's going to be years before I am able to get rid of the water from my body," grumbled Barron to have Greed turn around to walk towards the small stuffed rabbit. Picking it up, Greed twisted both his hands to wring the water out of Barron's body. Without a word, he dropped the rabbit to fall flat on the snowy ground.