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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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Cemetery- Part 4

Belle could tell that her relatives were not happy with her decision. They looked her at her as if she had lost her mind.

"You are still a child," said one of the aunts.

Before anything more could be added to the fuel that was going to ignite, she said, "Thank you for coming here today, to see my parents and to pay your respects to them," she shut the woman down as if she hadn't heard her aunt speak anything. 

"Aunt Felicia is not done speaking, Belle. Is that the way you speak to her?" questioned Mrs. Harriet, "I don't think there's anything-"

"Thank you," Belle said, not wanting to talk anymore and moved closer to stand near her parent's grave. The cemetery was built in the midst of the forest and people could hear the birds singing songs as they sat in the branches of the trees.