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 2
The black witch growled at both of them for catching and tying her. Lucas didn't move from where he stood, his hands in his pocket as he observed both the women. One who was tied around the tree and another who was standing free and next to him.
"Where did you get strings from?" Portia looked surprised and startled by the weapon being used.
"I asked one of the church members in the Bonelake to make one for me. Thought it was much more useful when I had to catch someone. Had to bribe the young white witch to make it for me as the white witches are supposed to work only for the council and not non-councilmen." He answered, walking around the tree to make sure the wire had made the trick like rope which was made of thin silver, he finally came to stand in front of the black witch.
"How are you feeling?" Lucas asked the black witch who looked more than mad and wanting to rip their heads off their body.