Butler Ralsei Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Where is Butler Luke? I haven't seen him since Saturday night" Troy asked as he sat down at the dining table with Axel and Stephen having dinner. "Grandfather requested for him," Axel said answering his question. The Butler had left the house on Saturday night, as he was being requested for. Butler Luke was the loyal Butler of the Stuart family, he had been serving them for ages now. He was ordered to stay with Axel when all his family had left for Country D two years back, but he was suddenly called upon by the Old master on Saturday night.

WHAT the Butler did was unforgivable. He used his power as the Butler over the people working for the Vasquez family house's villa, made contact with a sketchy supplier, and allowed his hatred for non-Valler/Vasquez blood descendants to silently kill my cousin. Just how shameless can be he!

They didn't speak for the rest of the ride. The chauffeur brought them to a street none of them recognized, and Sebastian, the young butler, waited for them by the curb. At least they assumed it was him. "Okay," Lucy whispered into Scarlett's ear. "I might still be tipsy, but your butler is hella cute." Scarlett lifted her eyebrows and looked over at Sebastian. He was smiling, and once the car stopped, he opened the car door with a pearly white smile on his lips. "Miss Greyson," he bowed out of respect before straightening himself and smiling again. "My name is Sebastian Pierce. I'm your new butler and bodyguard. Did you bring anything I need to carry upstairs?"

He explained. Getting out of the car, before getting inside Rafaelle leaned to her ear and whispered. "Don't mention the legendary perfume by yourself, okay?" Scar gave a serious nod and both went inside. "Good Morning, Mr. and Miss. I am Celeste. The butler of the house. Master won't be able to come out and ask me to attend you." A middle-aged man greeted them. By looking at his attire, Scar understood that he is the butler. "Of course. Thank you for your kind help." Rafaelle replied. "I am Rafaelle Edwards and this is Scarlett O'Dean."

“Do you understand?” Evelyn hesitated for the briefest second before finally sighing. “Yes.” Ray clenched his jaw, his frustration reaching its peak. He was fed up—completely fed up. With the secrets, with the constant interference, with the chaos that seemed to multiply every time Evelyn opened her mouth. Without another word, he turned away, running a hand over his face as he forced himself to stay calm. “Butler James,” he called, his voice sharp. A moment later, Butler James appeared at the doorway, standing tall with his usual neutral expression. “Yes, sir?”

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

She barely had time to gather herself when the door creaked open again. A man quietly stepped in with his commanding yet calm presence. He wore a tailored suit and his appearance looked formal and composed, with an air of professionalism that immediately set him apart. His neatly combed hair and precise movements made it clear he wasn't a doctor or a nurse. Selene's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as she watched him approach. She didn't recognize him, yet the way he carried himself suggested he knew her—or, at least, had come for her. "Hello," he began smoothly and respectfully. He inclined his head slightly in a polite gesture. "My name is Arthur. I'm Mr. Clarke's butler."

“I secure my position with Jenny Casey.” “Did you see Grace Jones? The woman seemed to have vanished.” “No miss.” “Who employed you?” “Jenny Casey herself. I am to be the butler.” “I see.” Cecilia keeps drumming her hand her face a cold mask. “Miss, I discovered an opportunity. I didn’t have time to refer to you. While applying for the position as butler she enquires if I know someone trustable to her formal driver. I placed my boyfriend in the position.”

Laurel's eyes widen in disbelief and her hand form into a fist. "I'm not a goddamn spiderman!" She exclaimed sharply and let out a growl like a hostile stray cat. "Nobody said that," Mort said, unconcerned at all. He thrust his hands into his pocket and turn his back on her. Laurel rolled her eyes. "Boss, shall I bring the guns?" The Butler asked who was standing behind them. He is the chauffeur and drives them to the given location.

“Unless you know something I don’t know, you are welcome to be here.” There was a surprise looks in the butler’s eyes as if he did know something that Irina didn’t. He forced a laugh. “What do you mean, Miss?” Irina gave him a stare through his soul. Her expression was unreadable, turning the butler more nervous. “I mean, I know how to carry them and how to walk home. So…” Bowing awkwardly, butler Rhys hurried back, clearly afraid if Irina threw another trap to fish information from him.