I couldn't help but groan, I woke up to a blackened darkness and paused. How the hell did I die? I cocked a brow and pulled my arm up, yet I hit something and I pulled the wooden casket open. "Fucken hell," I grumbled glancing around a dark shop that really needed cleaning; "Where in the hell am I?" Giggles flooded my ears as I turned to a tall man with long silver hair, and a mop of bangs covering half his face yet his jaw gave away that he was an attractive man. "Quite the mouth ye got there dearie," He snickered making me raise a brow, "The hell ya talking bout' it's normal, wait your British?" I spoke completely cutting myself off as he tilted his head smirking, "Yes I am British?" He questioned and I grumbled, don't tell me those damn twins used another spell on me. "Lass, are ye alright?" I glanced at the male, "I will once I learn the year." I spoke leaning on my palm as he hummed, "1886." I froze my orbs widening, I'm going to kill those damned witches.
WARNINGS
Ocs
Cursing
Terrible Grammar
Black Butler is NOT mine!
The pictures all come from Pinterest
Discluding the ones I draw-which will be said at beginning of a chapter(Usually my Ocs)
The book will go through edits once it is done, so I'm sorry for my mistypes!
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.