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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~

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Chaotic- Part 4

"Looks like we have no time to play around," whispered Lucas before he used his scythe to move across the snow-covered ground at a speed that most of the reapers found it hard to keep up. 

While Lucas was taking care of one side of reapers, Belle didn't hold back herself from using the magic that she had learned. Her hands were quick to move close together, with the spark of flashes coming out from her hands. They were little red sparks that fell on the ground to extinguish when it touched the snow. 

Seeing this, three of the death reapers who stood in front of her laughed, "What a silly girl. I was expecting something big but it's just flashes of sparks. Even a flame that is burning in the fireplace has better strength than yours," commented one of the lowly death reapers.