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~
Statues- Part 2
Belle looked back at the statue in doubt,
"Chosen One?" asked Belle to Sister Isabell. She turned to look at Lucas who had taken a seat at the bench. She wondered what was chosen here. She had lost her parents last night and the pain felt like it would never cease.
"Yes," answered Sister Isabell, "Most of the churches in the past were built by witches. These witches were way ahead of their time, you could call them oracles who foresaw a few events hundreds of years ago. To be able to correct their sisters' mistakes, they left clues and markings that could come to be of use for the ones who would be able to create the butterfly effect."