Butler Meme Novels & Stories

"Mr. Butler, I've been here for a few hours now, and I should leave soon." "You are in a hurry to go back to him, aren't you?" "He's my husband." Chris smiled. "Not for long, Miya, not for long." "Mr. Butler, what do you really want? What do you want from Sol Keaton and me?" "To defeat him and take over Las Vegas, of course." "Just as simple as that?" "Simple? Do you think it's simple to destroy The Uba Corporation? Ha." So he does want to destroy The Uba Corporation to defeat Xenon. Miya thought.

“Shouldn’t you be studying for your finals and not messing around?” “Save me. My father is going to kill me. Studying is so stressful.” She ran to Myra’s back to shield herself from Butler William. Butler William sighed dramatically. His old bones could not handle his young and vibrant daughter. “Very hopeless case.” He picked up his towel and resigned to the kitchen. “Papa, I collected her card for shopping,” Bria’s loud voice echoed. “Whatever,” Butler William rolled his eyes. “Yipee! Let’s go shopping and I’ll introduce you to Andrew.”

Bailey got on her feet to help her husband put some sense in the butler's head, "We don't pay you to think we pay you to do what we say" "Okay, but…” "Uh, uh. No buts" "Can you just shut up for once am trying to say something here" Well, that came as a surprise because Bailey wanted to slap his teeth out but he grabbed her hand and looked at Gerald, they both looked at Gerald. For the butler it was that "tame your dog" look in his eyes while she had "fuckin stand for me you old man". Gerald was confused but at last he signaled the butler to set her free. He did and she retracted her arm severing it, that was one strong shake from a man his age.

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

Ethan said. Seeing Ethan talking like a grown-up person, the Butler asked, "How old are you?" Ethan looked at him for a moment. Understanding Buttler's intention, he replied, "Four years." Hearing this, the Butler felt a little bad. He smiled softly and started pouring juice into the glass.

((SENA)) Butler Nazi and some helpers met us when we came back. Their smiles revealed that they already knew the secret, and I had a hunch that Lea and Jane weren’t able to keep quiet. I was right. Anyway, Butler Nazi looked the happiest. And his bald head was shiny as ever.

Brandon I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up.

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

He is tall and from his broad shoulders, I can tell he's well fitted. But what I didn't expect when he turned around slowly was to be greeted with the face of a man who I very much wronged. It was Don Tobias Assante. What in the whole world was my mother thinking when she befriended an international mafia Don? His green eyes were piercing through mine and that mocking smile that he had on his lips was nerve wracking. He looks gorgeous yet intimidating with his black suit. He had the first two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and he is smiling at me with a smile that says 'got you'. The only thing I found amiss is that the silver piercing he had on his lips were gone.

I feel a sleep while waiting for his return, a poor man I think he was trying to put blanket over me. “I’m sorry, it was my muscle memory that does that violence...” helping him get into sofa, his shoulder moves as he tries to hide his laughter. “Muscle memory? Ha ha! You’re too strong for a woman.” Rubbing his neck “I know now why they hire you.” And he hand me same device as what James gave me before I left. “All information was there, finish reading it and do not open the door again nor answer any call unless you’re done…” and he stood up.