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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

Little Brother- Part 1

Every time Belle turned to look at Baltimore, his eyes would be looking in front of them but when she moved her own eyes to look at the front, the path that was there in front of her, she could feel the man's eyes moving back to her. It was unnerving and Belle didn't know what to do in the current situation but take this Grim back home. 

In haste, she had left the mansion to find out if she was Evelyn as they looked same, and indeed it was true. Belle had died and had been reborn in a time where the fate of stars was going to take part in stopping the black witches. Neither did Belle nor Lucas knew about it, and if it weren't for her ability to see death and look into the past, she would have never come to know about the truth of what happened decades ago.