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~
We don't want visitors! - Part 1
Belle had sat down on one of the stairs, her head leaning against the wall along with one side of her body. Staring at the walls and the other objects in silence. She loved her parents, having no sibling or relative or friend to share with, the only people she had come to share was the people who lived in this mansion.
"Has this ever happened before?" Belle asked softly to Barron who had been busy looking at his body for the past twenty minutes. One could tell that Barron was obsessed with how he looked. Half of the time he was stuck in front of the windows or mirrors to look at himself, Belle wondered what kind of Grim was obsessed with being clean and perfect.