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~
Tower- Part 3
Barron continued to wiggle his way out of the chair and to finally stand in front of the chair that had chains surrounded it, "Never underestimate, Barron, the fourth Grim," he huffed whilst pushing the cotton back to its place. Once he felt he was satisfied, he took a look at his fur and gasped, "That little piece of shit! I am going to toast him one day!"
Quickly walking towards the door, his hand reached out for the handle by jumping many times before he successfully pulled it open. As he was caught by a Hawvert, Barron knew the drawbacks as they were more powerful. Stepping out of the room, the two death reapers who were standing on either side saw a rabbit appear in front of him and Barron knocked them down.
"This should be easy," said Barron to himself.