Black Butler Servants Novels & Stories

Then, she glared at the other servants kneeling on the ground and said in a cold and low voice, "I'm sure all of you have one too, right? Take it out!" The servants kneeling on the floor looked at each other, then they took the cards out of their pockets. Jim narrowed his eyes angrily. He looked at the butler who was looking at the surveillance footage by the side. "How about you?" The butler was silent for a while before fishing a card out from his pocket. Like the servants, the cards were all in black with a golden [Lynch] printed on them. When he took the card, Jim angrily kicked at the butler. "You'll take whatever money you can get, don't you? Did you delete the footage?!"

"Sarah, why don't you go say ur byes byes and pick up your belongings. Don't let us delay this fine gentleman. No?" Sarah nodded in response, leaving them behind. A few minutes passed, yet Sarah was yet to come out "Sorry to ask, who are you to the Ragon family?" Linda asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "A Butler." James replied. Linda was surprised. A Butler wasn't really important nowadays, but yet the fact that a Butler was sent to pick Sarah up meant two things. Either Sarah wasn't of much importance to them, or the Butler was some kind of high post within the Ragon family.

"I have a question and want you to explain. Can I ask you something?" The butler hesitated to ask Sarah's opinion. The identities of the two were very different, one was the master, and the other was the servant. The roles were so different that the housekeeper couldn't arbitrarily question Sarah. Sarah's face was much better. She was ready to answer any questions the butler had. Of course, within Sarah's understanding. "Okay, what do you want to ask? I'll explain it to you. " Sarah took the pill from the butler's hand and tilted her head back to drink, the bitter pill trickling down Sarah's throat, making her shiver.

Then a maid continued, but more than a maid, her appearance was more similar to a librarian with elegant clothes, her maid outfit had a long skirt with a side cut, her face was the perfect representation of a beautiful gentle teacher, but at the same strict time, had the frame of glasses, but they did not have crystals, his hair was black and fell placidly down his back to the height of his waist. A butler continued, and like the previous ones, the most remarkable thing was his gentleman color, which was blond along with his style, which was short and combed back, his eyes were golden and his slight smile released a large amount self-confidence. The next was a servant girl, her face was the

The title felt heavy on her shoulders. The head servant stepped forward. He was a tall man with broad shoulders. His dark hair was neat and his jaw was strong. Sharp blue eyes met hers for a moment. “Welcome home, Your Grace,” he said in a deep steady voice. “I am Michael Hughes, the butler. It is my honor to serve you.” Madeleine felt a small flutter in her chest. She had not expected the butler to look like this. His uniform fit him well. The black jacket showed his fit frame. She nodded and offered a small smile.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

One faction is to serve the Palace as general servants while the other factions are to serve members of the Imperial Family. Blue is the colour scheme for the servants belonging to the faction of the Frost Palace, in short these servants directly serve the Third Prince Jin Huan. As for the others, the general servants are clad colours of dark maroon. As for the Emperor, the faction of servants appointed are naturally larger, they are clad in black. The faction which serves the emperor, the colour black truly makes them look more imposing. These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters.

"The North believes in strength through brutality. I believe in strength through **Refinement**." "You're still a beast," I said, my voice flat. "We are all beasts, Alice. Some of us just have better tailors." He led me out of the car and into the house. It was a palace of marble and gold. But as I walked through the halls, I noticed the "Servants." They were all young. They all had the same vacant, dreamy look in their eyes that the people in the vats had. And on each of their necks was a silver collar.

A sperm donor and nothing else, nothing but a beast,and he deserved whatever punishment he was receiving right now. I walked up to a random table that seemed to have a neatly dressed young man in a black Armani suit. Guess I'm going to be serving yet another rich asshole. Forgive me for the stereotype! "Good evening sir, can I take your ord-" The air hitched in my throat as his head rose and my eyes found a pair of mesmerizing hazel ones staring back into my dark orbs.

Even a single strand of hair out of place could make Alistair Sterling—the Blackwood family's head butler—stare at you as if you'd just insulted the entire Blackwood lineage. I put on my apron, straightened my collar, then checked my hair in the small mirror on the wall. Neatly pinned back. No perfume. No earrings. No expression. The first rule in this house is simple. Servants must not be seen. We are merely shadows, cleaning up the aristocrats' footsteps before they even realize the floor was ever dirty. Today I'm on the early shift. That means I have to make sure the entire main floor is spotless by eight o'clock, before anyone from the Blackwood family comes down from their rooms.