Butler Voice Novels & Stories

“Hello.” It was a female voice that I did not recognise; I felt my gut twist. “Is Brax there?” “He’s a little busy at the moment,” I heard a snigger under her voice, “Can I take a message.” I heard Brax in the background, “Babe, who is it?”

she speaks in a sweet gentle voice, everyone around smiles and begins to gesture reverence for each other. "As you may know, these past few days have been quite busy for everyone, and rejoiceful for anywho have come home and found their mate, AND don't worry...if you haven't found her or him, you will...soon. We will hold a meeting shortly for those of you who are still unsure of your duties and let you know once we speak to our elders and our alpha. Also, as many of you have noticed, our beta, Tyler Slate has finally returned, and....as you all noticed, he has not returned empty-handed." everyone begins to cheer making Tyler smile from ear to ear as he grips my waist tightly, an immense fee

"I was hoping that you'd say that." The driver started the car and we drove to his house. It was quiet, only filled with the sound of passing cars. I rested my head against Michael's shoulder and let my mind drift to our future together. This night was more memorable than I expected and I hoped that this gesture would push my best friends to be true to themselves as well. Reaching his house, we got out and went inside. "Good evening, Mr. Clarkson and Ms. Alexia," his butler greeted and I waved at him. Despite already seeing him a couple of times, I couldn't help but be intimidated by his tall height. "Do you need anything?"

His voice was like that of a machine, didn't increase unless you ask it to, neither does it decrease even if it's a point of speech where your words have to go high for the listener to pay attention. His voice was everlastingly low. "It's been a while since you trained, I hope you haven't gotten rusty." This butler wasn't just an ordinary butler. He was trained as an assassin but later worked as an high class butler who specializes in protecting the master and his family in the house at all cost. "I'm sure it hasn't." "Why don't we test it out?" He raised his head to look me in the eyes before pulling his butler gloves higher.

The wooden stick in his hand was a weapon to freely use for omegas, but his shrill, feminine voice didn’t compliment his he-man look. “We need more hands for Castle’s daily work. You will cook, clean, and wash according to your duties. Any mistake and I’ll make sure to skin you alive.” I bit my lower lip to hide my smile as those threats sounded funny in that tone, the girl beside me mustered up some courage and bowed her head, “We’ll work hard to satisfy you, master.” Mr. Butler swirled his long stick in his hand and stalked towards her, she knelt on the floor immediately,

The touch was tender, comforting, and familiar. As I lay there, feeling helpless and trapped in my own body, Steve's voice washed over me like a soothing balm. It was a sound that brought me solace and hope, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about the pain and uncertainty that had brought me to this place. As I lay there motionless, I desperately wished to open my eyes and speak to Steve, but my body refused to obey my commands. All I could do was listen to his reassuring voice as he spoke. His words were like a lifeline in a sea of confusion and fear that I found myself drowning in.

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.

It felt good to refer to her like that. The butler just smiled and sipped his drink again the collapsed back with his glass at hand. He exhaled a lungful of air and tilted his head to look at me. His eyes were shining you'd have thought he was crying. "Am glad you two are close. But where does that leave Anita?"

He then took a deep breath. “Not only are you the director of the Flutwell Police Station, but you’re also the second young master of the Torres family. You’ve retired from the legendary Sword Camp as well!” “I wouldn’t dare go against someone like you!” A resentful look appeared on Butler John’s face. “I’ll give up for tonight!” he exclaimed, gritting his teeth. “But I won’t let this end…” Slap! However, Ansel suddenly appeared right in front of Butler John before slapping him across the face.

"Sarah, you're a good woman, you deserve the best." However, the butler's voice was not loud and Sarah could not hear her kind words. The butler's voice was very low, only loud enough for her to hear. Sarah looked at her with a puzzled look. Sarah said. "What did you just say? I couldn't hear what you said."