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~
Forbidden magic- Part 4
Crane's face turned in pain when the person behind him, pushed the stake further. On a closer look, Belle realised it wasn't a log of wood but a metal rod that was used on him. She quickly looked around to see the number of witches who stood out in the open. A bonfire was lit at the corner.
"I am disappointed with you, Preciosa," said the same man who had handed the flask to her before she had left the church, "I was expecting you to be on our side. Not to help the demon instead. Betraying your own kind. Why would you do that?"
Preciosa didn't answer but stared at Crane who was being tortured across from where she laid.
"I told you she was going to change sides," said a woman, walking to stand behind the girl who was tied, "She has crossed the limits by not obeying our words. Imagine what would have happened if we weren't informed about it?" she asked the man.
The man shook his head, "Preciosa, answer me," he said, disappointment in his voice.