Aristocats Butler Edgar Novels & Stories

“I think it would be Eslov who will accompany you to your journey.” “Is he an old man?” Aunt Adrienne asked tartly. “No, aunt. He is a young man. Carissa, my maid is married to him.” Adrienne said to her aunt. Aunt Isobel smiled at her niece. The worry of lines that showed earlier in her face disappeared. “Then, I’m glad to hear that, Adrienne. At least I don’t have to bear the company of an older man,” she said with a light voice. “What was the name of Alaric’s butler?”

The elderly man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and gave a curt bow of his head to the young heiress. "Mr. Wilson, it has been a while," Ariana smiled at the familiar butler who had served her father for as long as she could remember. She may not remember much from her early years but she did remember the warm and friendly butler. The Wilsons and the Montmorencys came from old money and their roots ran deep. After Landon and Rachel's divorce, the old butler decided to faithfully follow after his master wherever he went, eventually settling with the family in Melbourne continuing his job as a majordomo.

When the doors opened, it showed a fine-looking young man with a tray on hand— "Good afternoon, Milady. A letter has arrived from the House of Sokolov." This fine-looking young man is Nikos Silvestre, my butler. He has this dark emerald eyes that might hypnotize anyone who stares at it long enough, a roman nose, and pale pink smooth sharp lips. His hair a mossy green that complements his porcelain skin tone. He's from a family who succumbed to poverty when a great plague hit the whole kingdom. My family helped them and in return— they promised their loyalty to us. Thus, his family worked hard on learning how to become a great butler and it passed down from generation to generation and him. O

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”

“So…whenever they have fun….everyone else suffers, Huh…”. “Yes, Sir….it is…..hard..”.(Head Butler Gerard) Gerard hung his head down, downcast and sadden by his memories. Clearly that previous lord is a bonafide scumbag. If your own butler that has been serving you for generations despise you, then it was already a game over for you.

Betty comforted the driver so that he would not get offended by Adele’s actions. “I understand, Madam,” The butler nodded his head. Then he looked at his master for confirmation and once he got a signal, he drove the car away from the mansion. Adele had noticed the interaction between Ernest and the butler. She huffed and shook her head in contempt. ‘This old man is no better than my parents. I need to be very careful around him from now on,’ She thought. “What do you understand?” Adele asked through her gritted teeth.

The other door opened and another walked out. Mas..The word got stucked in her throat as she stared at this man. Handsome was really an understatement.. Miss.. This Is Master Adrian. The Butler muttered. Oh my God!! T. B. C

They knock on the door twice and it opens wide before a man who looks like he is in his mid forties, comes into their view. "Good morning, Mr. Taylor! This is my daughter, Itzel! You could not meet her yesterday, right?" Mrs. Singh rants on. "And Itzel, this is Tyberius Taylor! Our new butler here." She introduces him to her. But Itzel keeps her scrutinizing gaze on that poor man who keeps on shifting on his feet while gulping visibly.

Mr Brown caught it just before it could hit the ground. "Thank you," Mr Brown said with a smile, folding his masters coat neatly around this arm. "You can proceed with what you wanted to do, Your Grace." Shaking his head, Edward turned to the door and placed his hands on the wooden frame. He smiled a little as he noticed that his hands were now much more free than before due to his jacket now being off but he made sure not to show it. Even if Brown's action caused him ease, he wasn't going to give his butler the privilege of enjoying his defeat.

The butler was lost for a while but when he remembered how he gathered that information, he realized what he’d been missing. “What?” he raised his hands to his head. Just then, his phone started to ring. “He’s calling” Mr.Cat informed Ashley, his tone unstable. “Mr.Catterman, where are you?…” his anxious voice rang from the receiver. “What? I’ll be right there” “What’s wrong? What did he say?” Ashley asked, restless. “Mr.Mc’Call is having a heart attack,” he said as he quickly grabbed his car keys. “Wait, I’ll go with you” Ashley packed the papers and went upstairs to keep them before leaving with the butler.