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~
Little Brother- Part 3
Before Belle had returned home with the tenth Grim, Father Connor had quickly used his horse to gallop and reach the Adams' mansion. To make sure that the other Grim knew trouble was arriving at the doorstep. Unable to take his horse inside as the gates were closed, Father Connor had then tied his horse to the gates, pushing the latch to step inside and make his way towards the large doors.
He knocked the metal around the wood, and one of the doors opened with the butler who carried a lantern in his hand.
"What brings you here at this hour of the night, Father Connor?" asked Lucas seeing how he was breathless. His eyes moved behind the white witcher to look at the white horse that was tied to the gate.
"It is the Grim," Father Connor turned his head to make sure there was no one behind him and whispered, "It is Baltimore. With Miss Adams."