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~
There's another one- Part 1
The old woman offered the first glass to Lucas, a gentle yet kind smile on her lips. She then moved to the girl who she had spoken to a few days ago, "I thought it would be hard to get here," said the woman, "Because I am the only one who lives near the woods. It gets a little hard when people come looking for me. I mean the family," she added.
"Belle said that she saw you walking this way and we decided to look for you. Sorry for imposing on you so suddenly," Lucas bowed his head at the woman whose nails looked almost rotten, and if a person's nails were rotten in this world, it only meant one thing.
The person was a black witch who was only posing to be a human.