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~
Twig ring- Part 1
He raised his hand to push the reddish-brown strands of her hair away from her face. Lucas had not slept, not because he couldn't but because he was not the kind of person who ever slept. A reaper never slept as it was always on work, fetching souls was its job at any point of time. Right now, he laid on the bed with Belle next to him who was asleep.
The time they had arrived back to the inn, it had been close to the sun going to rise in the sky, and he had tucked her in the bed before getting on her side to accompany her.
He looked at her eyelashes that touched the top of her cheeks. He let go of the hair he had been pushing away from her face so that he could look at her without her hair hindering his sight.