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~
Lost things- Part 1
When Belle uttered the single curse spell loud enough before the forbidden magic she had used to lay out on the ground that had been stretching through the land through leaps and bounds, Winston had not realised that the person who was carrying the book of the dead was no ordinary reaper.
Winston looked terrifyingly angry because no matter how much he tried to step out of the circle that was below him, where light emitted out, he couldn't get out. Belle started to cough again, more blood spewing out of her mouth because of the corruption that was affecting the other parts of her body. She tried to cover her mouth, but the blood came out of her mouth unattractively. At least there was easy blood, thought Belle to herself.