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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

Littler brother- Part 4

Baltimore was definitely no doctor so he wouldn't know what a normal town physician would do. Belle tapped her hand against her dress as the reaper went to touch Barron who quickly swatted his hand away from him. 

"What are you trying to do?" asked Barron, his eyes glaring at Baltimore. Belle who now looked at the small boy wished she had a brother who was lying on the bed now. Barron had a foul mouth, cursing every and anything. And when it was done in Mr. Fluffs body, one couldn't help but want to bully the rabbit more, "Do.Not.Touch.Me."

"I will need to check your pulse. I have heard from your sister on how you don't like doctors but-"

"What kind of doctor are you who doesn't even know a vampire doesn't have a pulse? I am not a pureblood vampire," Barron's eyes turned even smaller as he stared at Baltimore. Barron was a born drama queen, and he played it well with this reaper.