Black Butler Servants Novels & Stories

Powerlessness gnaws at me. — Do you have someone to take care of you? — Yes, of course. A lovely young girl. Livia. I frown. — Livia? — A maid. She looks after me every day. She is discreet, devoted. A maid, then. I have never seen her. I imagine an elderly woman, worn out by work, like the old servants of the house. — Where is she? I ask. — She must be somewhere in the house. I nod, but my gaze remains fixed on her.

Dean inquired, curiosity laced in his voice, "you’ve worked for both gangs. Doesn’t that create a conflict for you? If they’re on opposing sides, why would they hire the same person?" The butler’s face broke into a playful smile. "Isn’t it the same for you, Dean?" he replied with a hint of mischief in his tone. Dean was taken aback by the butler’s sharp remark, his face momentarily betraying a hint of embarrassment. Only then did he realize that he, too, was playing the role of someone navigating between two factions. A flicker of guilt stirred in his heart as the implications sank in.

Quickly the door opened, the Butler ran into the office, a huge glass jug was on his hands. "One more seconds of lateness is enough for me to drink your blood and bury you six feet under my feet." Blade said, quickly collecting the jug, the Butler yelped with fear, quickly standing ten feet away from the king. Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human.

As the mansion was plunged into this strange atmosphere, the head butler suddenly gathered everyone for a meeting. Inside the biggest hall in the servant's building, the workers in the mansion waited with tension in their hearts. Some people talked nervously with the others. "Is the head butler going to fire all of us at once? But I am not ex-Madame's people!" "I only did one errand because of my friend. I did not know it was ex-Madame's orders. Surely, the head butler will not take it into account, right?" "I've been loyal to Master and fought with ex-Madame's people. I did nothing wrong." Colton's spies spoke with confidence.

After a moment, a flash of realization appeared in her eyes, and she realized that the servants in this mansion had a shopping schedule. As if sensing the presence of Sarah, who was lost in her world, the butler, a stern brown-haired woman, broke the reverie with a sharp tone. "Deborah, don't daydream like that. Do you want to see Mr Lucian angry with you? Go do your duty, you fool!" she hissed, eyes glaring. Sarah gasped, snapping back to the harsh reality around her. Anxiously, she hurried towards the kitchen, trying to remove any trace of her carelessness. Behind her, the butler looked on with an indifferent gaze.

Steven says, “She must be avenged” A chubby-looking fellow walks out of the mansion, his black suit conflates with the turquoise mansion wall like a painting as he walks with a formal presence exposing himself as a proud butler. “May I know the reason for your visit, Steven?” he says. Who is this fatso? Philip is curious.

Since the man rarely spoke, that did imply he treasured his words. 'If that's the case, he will tell me about everything, right?' Once the wheelchair was pushed inside the mansion, a butler greeted them by bowing. Seeing a real-life butler managed to bring a brightness to her eyes. "This is Butler Min. If you need anything, just call for him," Hyunjin stated. Butler Min appeared to be in his fifties and wore a stoic expression on his face. She wasn't even able to guess whether or man was fond of her.

Even the smell is weird too. Before we could finally get to the door a butler approached me. I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He bowed for a moment and immediately looked up. "Good afternoon, Master Blake. I'm Allan Rota, I'm assigned to take you inside." I could feel the nervousness in him. I glanced at Felix behind me. Just like the previous days, he looks like a robot again. There was no emotion in his eyes. I face the butler again. "How many of them are there already?"

The butler’s eyes flashed with something akin to astonishment. “Madam,” he said, his voice barely calm. “You can’t be serious.” Ayra tilted her head. “Do I look like I’m joking?” A ripple of unease spread through the servants, but yet still no one moved. The men she had hired stood patiently, waiting for her signal. And Ayra gave it. “Get them out.” The room erupted into chaos. The butler was the first to protest, stepping forward. “Madam, this is beyond unreasonable. We serve—”

She met a young girl in a black uniform with a white apron tied around her waist. The servant greeted Maya and asked, "Can I assist you with something?" "I want you to give me a room key. No need to give excuses about it not being cleaned; I'll handle it myself." "Sorry, Ma'am, but the head butler—" "The head butler again, why does everyone listen to the head butler?" Maya felt annoyed. "Didn't you just clean? Don't you have a spare room key?" "No, Ma'am. I already returned it to the Head Butler."