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~
To be a couple- Part 1
Both Lucas and Belle were in the land of Valeria before Vivian could step into the land. They had decided to settle down without making their appearance in the town look suspicious. Lucas held Belle's hand firmly in his hand while his eyes scouted the village they were in.
"There's less snow here," stated Belle, her eyes taking in the new village she had never been in before. Lucas' one hand held Belle's and the other held a trunk that had clothes of theirs, "I always wanted to go travelling."
"You still can."
"Leaving the mansion alone by itself?" asked Belle, "I am somewhere worried that the house will no longer be standing when we return back."
"Greed is there. There shouldn't be much that Barron would break." They had appeared in the forest and started to walk in the village, making their way towards a possible inn where they could stay.