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~
The Clock- Part 3
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" said her mother as he held her hand which rested on her mother's lap, "You were always like this even when you were small. As much as you would speak on random things when it came to your deep feelings, you were always quiet in that matter."
"Belle was the naughtiest child if you asked me, Mabel," her father chipped in, a chuckle erupting through his mouth, "Now she is less naughty. I remember the time she threw a stone at the orchard tree and Ms. Gwen was right there to receive the stone on her head."
Belle smiled hearing this, leaning towards her mother, she placed her hand on her mother's shoulders, "I must have troubled you both a lot," and she felt her mother kiss the top of her head.