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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

Span of time- Part 3

The maid named Lydia stepped forward, "Yes, Sir?" she asked Lucas with a look of sweetness as she had changed the expression on her face.

"Take the bowl here and place it in the dining room," he ordered for the maid to bow and she picked up the bowl to start to leave the kitchen which was when he noticed the patch like wound behind the maid's neck. He stared at the maid before breaking his gaze to pick up the food that was prepared to follow the maid.

There were three more days.

Three more days until things would go berserk here in the mansion. The maid clearly wasn't a human and seemed out of character. To someone else, her actions would have not come out to be different but Lucas was no ordinary person and he picked every single little detail because he had to watch his own back.