Black Butler Servants Novels & Stories

The old Hawthorne Mansion loomed like a gothic dream on the outskirts of the English countryside. Sophia had taken the live-in personal assistant position three weeks ago, managing the estate’s affairs for the reclusive owner who was rarely present. The real enigma of the house, however, was Mr. Elias Blackwood, the butler. Elias was perfection incarnate. Mid-thirties, tall and elegantly built with broad shoulders, dark hair was always styled and a sharp jaw.

The butler, in exchange, had looked at Victor for a moment, and even though he couldn't see, Victor seemed to know what was happening around him. "We will reward you greatly for your aid," Stanley said. His presence alone didn't scare Jane, but beside Victor? He was the servant who acted on the devil's behalf. His action was no less terrifying. "As a bonus you will be rewarded forty silv-" "Stanley," Victor cut the butler off before he could continue. The older butler, often cut off before he could finish his words, didn't take offense at this. He looked at Victor with a neutral look on his face.

The cleaner was an honest man, and he explained meticulously, “The boss even took pains to tell me that this house employs a live-in butler, so we would be working closely together. He didn’t mention anyone else. The client even paid extra for working during the holidays.” Those words plunged the living rooms into a deadly silence. The man who had tormented me instantly turned white as he whirled his head to look at me. The arrogance and disdain slowly retreated from his expression, and terror gradually took over. Finally, I also found out who the man was. He was the new butler, Victor Wilkes. The previous butler, Mr. Lowe, was on an extended break to take care of his wife, who was in the ho

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

"Mr. Thatcher, keep an eye on them. If they refuse to leave, just call the cops on them." With that, Melody headed upstairs. Knowing that Melody had a soft spot for him, the butler’s heart warmed. That was why she stood up for him. Of course, he didn't want to disappoint her. Belinda looked him up and down, sitting on the sofa with a disdainful chuckle. 'He's just a lowly butler. He can't do anything to us.' Yet, Simon put up a stern expression and ordered all the servants with just a single wave of his hand. They first pushed the two women out the door, then threw out everything they own out within only five minutes.

They just looked at each other, not knowing what to do. The butler took the groom's suit and entered the room. He looked at Atlas and said: "Young master, it's almost time, quickly change your clothes." "Get out," Atlas shouted as he threw another glass on the ground. “Butler, what should we do? The young master is so upset, we can't help him." A servant spoke up. The butler looked at the man in the wheelchair who had his back turned to him, then he looked at the frightened maids and said, “You go out first.”

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

I swear I will drag you by the hair, bring you here, and give you the beating of a lifetime if you continue to pity them. Hearing her throat, I was thoroughly cowed, but she made it sound so easy, and it wasn't like I pitied them exactly. I never really interacted with the servants outside of the bare minimum, so I couldn't remember much about them. I couldn't even name a single servant or knight that lived there, despite how long I had been there. Even the butler was just a butler to me. I couldn't even remember if he had introduced himself to me or not.

Serry asked, which was reciprocated by a whimper from the butler. “I don't know, miss. The package does not include the sender's name and only miss Serry's name is written,” the butler replied. “Ok.” Serry took the package, which turned out to be quite heavy. “Thank you. You can go back downstairs.” “You're welcome, miss. It's my job to serve you.” The chief butler lowered her body with one hand on her chest. Although the royal system was abolished, the workers in the Benson family still acted like royal servants.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.