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~
Bite- Part 1
When Belle had raised her head, she had expected to see her face and not the reflection of the reaper who stood behind her right now, holding a scythe in his hand. She looked scared right now and just when she turned around to look at the reaper who was there, the reaper tried to use its scythe on her and she fell down. The scythe crashed against the sink, breaking it and Belle ran out of her bathroom.
But she couldn't go too far as the reaper appeared in front of her suddenly, and Belle took a couple of steps behind to keep distance between her and the reaper.
"Lucas!" Belle called his name for attention.
It was early in the morning to be dealing with the reapers. Why was it even here? The reaper didn't wait for her thoughts or for Lucas to come. Instead, it started to use its scythe on her, attacking her relentlessly as if it had come to kill her. With every second the scythe touched either the ground, an object to break or leave dents on the wall.