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~
Bunny and the Grim- Part 2
When they entered the village, the lanterns still had the light burning in then which would take an hour to the most before it would turn the entire place dark. But Lucas didn't wait for the oil to exhaust and instead when and as they passed by the lanterns, the light went out one after another.
"Did you find who framed you?" Barron questioned Lucas as it stepped on the wet ground not worrying anymore about the dirt that was going to stick to him.
"I have an inclination but it will take time to prove it," Lucas looked at the ground, his eyes tracing the lines that went to move forward. Fresh marking of the ground.
"How long until you do it?" asked Barron who was in a hostage playing condition. He couldn't go back to the land of the dead alone nor could he sit here quietly not doing anything.