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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~

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Look who is here- Part 4

Belle stared at the two Grim reapers who had shown up at the front door. What were they doing here? Sure as hell Lucas and Belle didn't write out an invitation for them to make their appearance known here. 

"May I help you?" asked Belle, her voice calm while she was internally suspicious if they found out about the other Grim's location. Not to forget, Barron still had the same aura since the time he had left the land of the dead. If Lucas was going to get dragged back because of Barron, Belle would personally drag Barron along with her to retrieve Lucas back. 

The short Grim reaper put his hand in his coat, pulling out a card to hand it over to her, "Is this the Adams' mansion?" he asked her. 

"Yes," she answered, and she looked down to notice the name Edgar and Moore written on it. It was the same invitation she had used to send it to other guests. How did they even get hold of it?!