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~
Broken walls- Part 4
"You don't seem as frightened as one has to be," said the Grim Reaper, his skeleton face started to fill up with flesh he looked like a person from the mortal now. His bright blue eyes looking at her.
The girl hadn't expected a visit from a reaper. She pulled out the blades that she often carried with her and threw it at him but the reaper caught it before it could touch him.
"Nice tricks," the reaper smiled at her, a certain madness in his eyes and he threw the blade right at her. The sharp edge touching the side of her cheek before it stuck itself behind her on the wall. Blood drew out of her skin.
Two drops of blood fell on the ground but Evelyn didn't move or flinch with the wound that had been inflicted on her. Both Guilt and her had been careful over the two years they had met and shared a bond with each other. She was well aware by Guilt's words that a death reaper was not supposed to associate themselves with the living.