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~
Let me kill you- Part 3
Barron looked at the headstone he had placed, glad that he was done until he realised how he had placed it. The headstone was placed in the opposite direction such that one had to turn their head to read the name that was engraved on the stone.
"Ugh, you must be kidding me," the rabbit reaper didn't want to redo it. Not because he was tired but because he was lazy, "Should I fix it or should I leave it just as it is. Hmm?" thought Barron to himself, tapping his head with his hand, he huffed, "It's not like someone is going to come and see it." The only possible visitors to see Mr. and Mrs. Adams was their daughter, Belle.