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~
Reaper- Part 1
When Belle went inside the mansion and took the right to go upstairs, Lucas turned back to look at the rabbit in his hand, "I didn't do anything! I am the victim here!" he shouted when the butler started to walk around the mansion and was taken to the horse shed where the workers were not there.
Lucas placed the rabbit on the hay with not much gentleness and glared at Barron, "What did you mean by sickle?"
Barron moved his head back dramatically about to speak that caused the rabbit to fall back who had to be corrected. Lucas picked the stuffed toy and placed it back, noticing how Barron's movements were getting better along with the rabbit, "A reaper arrived at the cemetery! You might be a teeny tiny little reaper but I am a Grim and now my name has been listed in rogues! Why is that?" Barron asked in a dramatic tone. If he could he would have stomped his fluffy furred feet on the hay right now, "BECAUSE YOU GOT ME STUCK HERE!"