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~
It was mine- Part 2
Belle who was fighting and getting rid of the mighouls turned to see something taking place in the corner of her eyes. Even Edgar who was fighting with the mighouls turned to look at Lucas and Winston of them and his eyebrows raised in worry,
"This is not good," he said and Belle heard it. Before she could ask what was going on, the wind started to blow across the land, like the air that was blown from the centre in an outward direction.
When she looked back at Winston, Lucas was missing from there. Her eyes moved left and right, searching for Lucas but he was nowhere in the scene, "What happened?" questioned Belle.
"I think he sent Lucas away from here. Momentarily and it will take time for Lucas to return back again. If his apparition works," said Edgar before he noticed something on the other side, "Or maybe not."