Ella era una chica normal. Hasta que un día descubre que su alma carga con gran y oscuro pasado. Undertaker carga con la culpa y trata de ayudarla, pero Sebastian y el conde Ciel Phantomhive no hacen mas que hundirla en la oscuridad. El amor que siente por el demonio la dominan, haciendo que afloren los mas oscuros deseos de su alma sedienta de muerte.

"I will wait, dear. A Patient of Eternity, my crush. A universal still, no rust." ... Charlotte has always had a rather morbid obsession with death. After losing her father at a tender age, and her mother some years later, Charlotte is left all alone in the world with no one to depend on. That is, until she meets the Undertaker, the man who deals with death as though it is the most beautiful part of life. Under his tuition, she begins to learn the secrets of his dark trade -- and in turn, also begins to question whether or not the man she is slowly falling in love with is entirely human... (cover by @violinfreakk ) NOTE: This story was first published on the sixth of August 2013 -- meaning that any information which has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of manga. Please remember this!

Una noble y un sepulturero. Algo impensable para el siglo XIX. O... quizá no tanto. Una mujer que esperaba el momento en el que la muerte la separara de su marido. Y llegado ese momento, su calvario continuará de mano de su querido hijo. ¿Podrá ser feliz algún día?

Conjunto de one-shots para el mejor Sepulturero de todo Londres~ ¡Porque Underaker también necesita un poco de cariño!

Relatos eroticos de creepypastas y personajes anime a gusto de mis lectores.

"Where am I? Who's bed am I in?" I wondered. I was in a dark room. I swung my feet over and stepped onto the creaky old floor. There was so little light shining through the door. The edges had light coming from them. I gripped onto the door knob and as quietly as possible opened the door. I peeked out but no one seemed to be there. It was just another dark empty room but I could see the exit. Trying to prepare myself to run towards the door, I took in a deep breathe looking around to make sure no one was around. I took a deep breathe and ran for the door. I grabbed the knob and opened the door in a quick pace but when I opened it a tall dark man stood before me. My heart had skipped a beat and the shock of seeing him made me go off balance and fall to the floor. I scooted back. When I did my back had hit something. I turned my head to see what it was and once I squinted my eyes, I jumped and backed away from the coffin that was behind me. I looked over at the door way. I couldn't examine his face with the lighting from outside causing his shadow to cast over me. I heard a little snicker coming from the man. He entered and shut the door behind him. I couldn't really see him but I just remaind silent. I didn't know what to do or say. I wanted to make a run for the door but my body locked up. "Whats happening? Is this a dream?" I wondered. "Its too vivid to be a dream." I thought. While lost in thought the man before me had lit a match. I could then see his face. I was shocked.

(Y/n) was a girl who some might say was a little different. Life had treated her cruel. After the disappearance of her parents, she'd become desperate to know what happened to them. But due to her duty to reap the souls of the dead, the chance to find out the truth had disappeared. So when she is forced to work undercover, to find out about a certain Undertaker, curiosity sparkles in her eyes...her emerald green Shinigami eyes... Would this strange mortician know the truth about her past? #2 in Adrian Crevan (I have already published this on my quotev account, and I do NOT own any images used.)

La historia de tres muchachas, quizás no solas, ni abandonadas, pero que tejen sus mascaras para protegerse: El zorro, el gato y la urraca.

After witnessing the death of her father, Brielle is orphaned. That is, until she meets two peculiar men who claim themselves to be Grim Reapers. They find that Brielle is able to view Cinematic Records, something that only Reapers like themselves can view. Coming to the conclusion that someday Brielle will be a Grim Reaper, one of the men decides to adopt her. But what good can come from bringing a human girl into the world of death gods themselves? - Black Butler fanfiction with OC. Cover art belongs to rightful owner. Completed!