Butler Ralsei Novels & Stories

((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.

I turned around, to find him looking at me in his usual shuttered way. “Oh, hey Jeff,” I greeted, keeping my voice even. My palms were already becoming clammy. Butler Jeffrey scrunched up his nose again, at the sound of his name. “Just call me Butler,” he recalled dryly then looked at the maid. “You can leave, Celeste.” He dismissed her. I watched as she hurried away, seeing my chance of getting information slip away from me. “Whoa Butler. What's the whole subterfuge for?” I asked, keeping my voice extremely casual.

Ashley said in a pitiful voice, "I think he met with an accident on the way to the office. I don't know much about it because Noah didn't tell me much. I left the hospital thinking that if I were in the hospital, my fans might come and make a ruckus in the hospital. Noah is in the hospital." Hearing Ashley's words, the Butler immediately said, "I will go to the hospital right now." Ashley was very happy to hear this because her purpose had been fulfilled. "Yes, please go but don't tell Noah that I told you about Arthur's accident because Noah wants to hide it." Butler nodded and said without thinking about it. You don't have to think about it. I won't mention your name." Saying this, Butler

Butler Thomas walked with a purposeful stride through the halls of the Rossi mansion, carrying black envelopes with a gold dust outline on them in his hand. The family was having their usual breakfast when he walked in, approached Mr. Rossi, and whispered in his ear, "Master, these were delivered a moment ago." With that, he handed the envelopes to his master, who nodded at him, took the envelopes into his hands, and then Butler Thomas walked out of the dining room as quickly as he could.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

The reached the tree and there was no old Butler Macho in sight . Ryan felt used deep down, he proceeded to leave when a familiar voice stopped him . “ You never seem to get rid of that familiar look whenever you are disappointed ” Butler Macho spoke removing his face cap from his face . “ Butler Macho, you are alive ! ” Ryan said with his eyes wide open “ Yes I am still alive , been hiding for years now Asher , you are now a big guy .” Butler Macho said his eyes glistening in tears . Ryan felt emotional as he pulled the Butler into a warm embrace .

It wasn’t difficult to get a meeting with him after telling him I had an idea of where his bride-to-be was. I stepped out of my car and walked into the building with a confident stride. I know that coming here where he has a bunch of soldiers alone was a fucking mistake, but I wanted him to know that I wasn’t scared of him or his soldiers. That I would be able to kill him with or without them and get out of this fucking place alive. “Good morning, Mr. Rossi. This way, please.” A butler greeted me. A fucking butler. I scoffed and adjusted my suit jacket. I walked behind the butler and stopped when he did. He knocked on an archaic wooden door, and he waited until a gruff voice ushered us insid

His eyes softened upon seeing it. "Come, we shall get your calf cleaned up." He spun on his heel and stalked out the room without even looking back to make sure I was obeying his command. My pride told me to stay seated, to not follow his command as a way of saying 'fuck you'. But my mind won out, I needed my calf healed before I could even attempt an escape. With that thought, I rose from the safety of my chair and followed his scent.

She felt as if the whole world is against her. Whereas, in Ragnar Marshall's room. He opened his eyes slowly and sat upright. "Sir... I'm so sorry, it's my fault. That woman is so stubborn," the butler was scared of what Ragnar would do to him. Ragnar threw his two legs to the floor and sat upright, "Find out everything about that woman and report to me in eight hours!" "Got it ,sir." The butler said and was immediately dismissed. About two hours later, the butler was permitted to enter Ragnar Marshall's Office. "Sir, I have compiled all there is to know about miss. Ambrose. Informations about her aren't that farfetched as she's all over the media."

"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.