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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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Twig ring- Part 3

"Hmm, maybe. She should have done something terrible to have Damien defang her," Belle responded to him. 

"You know I used to worry about you going to Quinn's mansion when you were small," confessed Lucas and Belle's smile widened, "I used to care, Belle."

"I didn't know," answered Belle, "You were always this expressionless, Lucas."

"When did it change then?" he asked her, his eyes curious.

"It was the rain," muttered Belle and Lucas raised his brows, "Why were you worried about me going to Quinn's mansion?"

"Because of the bad company where you will learn to fork more hands," Lucas replied, and it took a second for Belle to connect the dots.

"Damien is not bad," she knew how her long lost acquainted brother liked to take other people's fingers away. 

"He isn't," agreed Lucas.