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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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Offer- Part 1

Lucas didn't want to lose Belle like this. She would have been safe if it weren't for Winston's thirst for power when it came to the forbidden magic. He had lost her once in the past and he didn't want to lose her again to only wait for decades before he would be able to reunite with her again. 

"What do you mean?" asked Crane on what Lucas just uttered. 

"Belle is my soulmate, Crane. We share a bond with each other, the irreversible bond," revealed Lucas. Crane turned his body to face his favourite Grim who was holding the mortal's body in his arms as she continued to cough. The Hawvert could tell that the girl was losing her soul because of her face that was revealing the nerves beneath her skin. There were barely a minute or two left before she would finally turn dead.