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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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Stay dead- Part 2

The touch of the creature was like the worst Winter as the hand was cold like ice. Belle could feel her body turning cold by every passing second as the creature was trying to get her soul out of the body. 

"Your mother wasn't understanding, was she?" asked the creature with a soft whisper. 

Belle was trying to learn to keep her soul inside her so that it wouldn't be sucked in by the creature who was looking at her, the way her mother would have looked at her if she were still alive. 

"She was not understanding but you have been so forgiving," said the creature, leaning forward to take a whiff of the soul that was in Belle and a smile appeared on her lips, "She pushed you into doing things you were not comfortable with. Sitting with the relatives, talking to your cousins who often bullied you. She knew everything, yet she did nothing even when she knew how people were trying to embarrass you."