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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

Librarian- Part 4

The black witch looked left and right to see the man gone. She had heard his footsteps following her. Where did he go? She looked at the passage like a corridor they had walked through.

"Searching for me?"

Lucas sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looking at the knife he had picked up that belonged to the black witch, "Is this yours?"

The witch stared at the man, "Where did you get that from?" and she saw him tap the table, "You aren't a human," the black witch glared with her slit eyes brightening in the darkroom where the flame in the lantern flickered.

Lucas didn't bother to answer the woman and instead asked a question of his own, "What are you doing here? Don't you think you are trying to aim too high by turning to a librarian?" he was playing with the knife with both his hands without looking at her.