Butler Ralsei Novels & Stories

Jayden asked Chelsea again, "You haven't said yet, where did you get this robot?" "Russell sent it over, asked me to help test its functionality." Jayden paused. During his absence in Lorwick, did that scoundrel Russell actually make himself at home already? He said calmly, "The Blossom is also studying intelligent robots?" Chelsea said, "He has always been doing research, but it was still in the testing phase and not yet in mass production. Russell said that this robot butler has added alarm and protection functions, which is very suitable for someone who lives alone, so he put it here for me to test it."

"You're not hearing me....That hospital belongs to Drake, and he's there right now! I'm almost certain he has nothing to do with your dad being discharged, because he doesn't care who's in that building as long as it doesn't touch his business. But Charlotte is asking for it, and Drake is standing right there. If he sees you, do you really think he'll let it go? Do you know what happens once he realizes you're the same person who's been humiliating him?" I stared at him, hating that everything he said made sense. "I'm so tired, Hunter. How long am I supposed to keep hiding? What's the worst he could do, kill me??" "Rose, you told me yourself that the butler position has been in your family s

Even Travis had stepped down from being of any help so she was guessing he would handle it. But either way, the last thing Ruby wanted for herself to get into more trouble and watch her life get dragged on not just in the office but by someone like Travis Prescott. She saw there were two butlers standing right in front of her and staring at her like they wanted to say something. When Ruby made eye contact with them, they started walking towards her and she took a step back defensively.

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."

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.

Apparently the old butler had some connection to his wife's family, highlighted by the fact that when Alexis met him for the first time she was very surprised to see him. Initially Ray thought it was because the Old Butler looked relatively young. It was later upon encountering her family did he realise that their relationship was deeper than that. His wife's family didn't fear the old butler, but they respected him. And although Alexis had been reluctant to part with him, she was convinced when her grandfather declared with certainty, 'The boy's future is bright. His talent is no less than yours. You must allow him to grow fully.' Her father had also chipped in saying, 'He would definitely