Black Butler Servants Novels & Stories

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

"You don't think because of the old man's will that you can do whatever you want. Your status is just a servant, a slave, nothing more, nothing less." "I'm ragged, but at least I know human love and friendship." "You dare mock me?" He was angry, his face also turned red. If it weren't for that will, with all the papers this bastard was holding, he would have killed this bastard a long time ago. As a servant, he wanted to climb on top of him five times seven times. "I wouldn't dare!" "You, fuck!" "I'm not as respectful as obeying orders, hello brother." Wool The butler took his coat and casually turned to leave. He does not need to chase, you will also automatically leave because if you stay

I was stopped by Hector— Looking like he was dying to let me in on a secret but he couldn't exactly give me a friendly smile or pat on the back around all the other servants timidly watching and listening. "I have been summoned to look for you." Hector said courteously, his head held high and his accent most distinct. We walked up the stairs. I followed behind him because walking beside him would make us acquainted to each other. Butlers had a better position than slaves. You would consider them middle class. They were white but poor. That is the only difference between them, the extravagant and us. Once we were in a little corner, he snickered to himself.

But then, by some miracle, he grunted and said, “Whatever. Get to your post, newcomer. And don’t cause any trouble.” “Yes, Sir.” I nodded once and walked past him, forcing myself not to rush. Once I rounded the corner, I allowed myself a moment to lean against the wall. That had been too close. I needed to find Natalia and get out of here before my luck ran out. I continued through the palace, listening. Watching. Guards patrolled in pairs, but it was the servants in black robes that really caught my attention. They all looked hunched, crippled, limping like their bodies were broken and completely unfit for labor, but most of them were carrying cleaning supplies.

She had just placed her phone on the table when there was a knock on the door. She said, “Enter,” and a man in his forties stepped inside. He wore a black tailcoat and a hat, with a few strands of white hair on his head. He entered and bowed in front of her. “Good morning, Madam. I’m the butler of the Whitmore mansion. My name is William Smith, but please, you can call me Will, as the master does.”

Butler swirled his long stick in his hand and stalked towards her, she knelt on the floor immediately, “I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, master.” “If you call me master again, then you’ll be punished severely!” He rolled his eyes at her, “I am Head Butler, so all of you will address me like this. In Royal Castle, every person has a special rank, and you have to respect them in accordance with that. Oh God, new slaves and the same headache. Now, I have to train them as well.”

she answered, the word almost boiling in her throat. A line of staff waited in the lobby at the front door—a distinguished old man she assumed was the butler, several maids who wore modern uniform dresses, a chef in white and various employees whose jobs she could not immediately tell what they were doing, all wearing carefully observed neutral expressions which showed nothing of what they might know or suspect. "Mrs Blackwood, welcome, " the butler said under a bow of formality, "I'm Harrison. And we're here to serve you.

She looks back at me with such sadness. We move down the line to an older white gentleman. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Tanya. I’m Jeffery the butler, among many other things. “Nice to meet you, Jeffery.” “We move down to a young black lady. “My name is Elisa. I’m the maid and helper. You can call on me anytime you need me, Ms. Tanya.” “Thank you,” I say to her as we move down the line. There are only two people still standing in line, and they are dressed in regular clothes.

It’s obviously a luxurious modern mansion that’s new. “Let me carry Red, don’t exhaust yourself yet.” He suggested when we got out from the car. I slowly gave him our son which he carefully carry. Wait------what?! Why did he said ‘yet’? My heart was pounding so crazy when I followed Black inside, thinking of something that could totally make me tired. Damn! “Good evening young master, good evening young madam.” My eyes widened up when I saw at least twenty servants who are bowing to us. There’s so many excluding those guards outside.

Then, they gestured politely for the passengers to get out of the car. The treatment shocked Shawna, Maisie, and Michelle. Only Dustin remained calm. “Sir, Madams, Miss Welch, let me introduce myself. I am Axel Xanthos. I am a highly capable butler. From now on, I will take care of all the household matters for you.” The man at the head of the group of servants wore a black suit and stood very upright. “What are you waiting for? Greet the Madams, Mr. Fox, and Miss Welch,” Axel ordered sternly.