||Highest Ranking #4 in Fantasy|| Athena Isolde is just like any other ordinary nerd. Except, that she was reincarnated. With her past being lost and new mysteries popping up, will she be able to find her answer? Will she finally be inlove?

First Book: His Kitten - Second Book: That Kitten, Kidnapped - Third Book: His Kitten, Falling Down First place in the Kuroshitsuji category in the 2014 AWA's I was a maid that was left behind in the middle of the night left with no place to stay, until I ran into a very dashing butler and his young lord. The butler's raven black hair, blood red eyes and smooth voice was enough to make me fall head over heels for him. He really is one hell of a butler, who enjoys a new "pet".

Dogs are loyal towards their masters. Without hesitation, they will follow their master's commands, sacrificing themselves by throwing their body in front of the enemy. They sit and fetch like a loyal creature, following each of their masters instructions. Cats are known as cunning and manipulative. Yet they patiently stay under their master, until the last moment when they strike with their vicious sharp claws. They are never completely loyal, they will leave when their master no longer interest them. They detest anything that is annoying. Yet these two drastically different in character and thought share the similar history. History that haunts both of them at night.... One stands loyal by the Queen's side as her faithful watchdog, while the other purrs as she sits on the queens lap, her sharp claws ready to strike at any moment... **** A melodic laughter is lightly heard through the quiet ally. The young Phantomhive Earl tensed at the familiar voice. His butler swiftly reaches into his jacket preparing to grab the multiple knives he had hidden. "My, my... Isn't it such a coincidence to meet the Queen's watchdog at such place, Ciar?" The smooth and young, yet wise voice chuckled. "It does seem like such a coincidence my lady." Another voice was heard. Though compared to the first, it was much deeper and filled with malice. The Earl grimaced in distaste his nose scrunching, "Sebastian, it looks like the lap cats have decide to show up...." BOOK COVER BY: skyestorms She's very talented so follow her!!!!!

"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."