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~
Time Keeper- Part 4
Barron had run away from the Adams' mansion, letting the other Grims cool down while he would cool himself in the snow where the blizzard had continued to go on in the land of the Bonelake. The rabbit was almost nonexistent because of its rabbit fur that was white in colour and the snow that surrounded him.
"I will return back when I think it is alright. First, you lock me in the room with the deranged mighoul, telling he was a star which I don't care. Two, you lock me up in the cell similar to Balti. What is up with that? I am Barron the fourth Grim, the plague bearer, how dare they treat me like some animal," said Barron, the person who was in a rabbit suit.
He continued to walk that left small indentation on the ground but it was wiped right away because of the snowflakes that were falling from the sky continuously. Barron pushed the snowflake that fell over his arm, using his soft hand to brush it.