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~
We need some peace- Part 2
Belle didn't fall asleep, and instead, she was wide awake. It was hard to sleep after what happened today. She knew she had to get some rest after the chaos they had to go through in this mansion. She breathed in and out through her lips which was parted. When a small drop of tear escaped her eye, Lucas wiped it away from the side of her face.
"You did what you had to do," she heard him say it, and Belle turned her eyes to meet his eyes.
"I didn't see anything wrong with him. He appeared to be just like any other mortal," she whispered.
"Some of the spirits allows the souls to hide who they are unless they want to reveal themselves," he replied to her. His fingers were gently playing with the front of her hair that was short compared to the rest of the length of her hair, "Did George say when he died?"
"Summer."