Butler Voice Novels & Stories

The man seems to be in his early fifties. "Good morning ma'am. I guess you do not know me. I am the butler of this house. You can just call me Butler Li." The man said with a big smile on his face. "Oh, butler Li. That sounds nice. Please can I eat the food on the table? I'm famished." She said and pouted her lips sulkily and the maids couldn't help but laugh at the new ma'am's silliness. "Yeah. You are the owner of the food. You can eat it, ma'am. Just let me know if you need anything and I will surely provide it immediately." The butler said. The smile never left his face for once.

After a moment, he picked up the glass on the coffee table and beckoned the butler to come. The butler instantly brought the matte black machine over and placed it on the coffee table. “Hello, Kitty,” said the butler. The machine responded instantly, “May I help you, Uncle?” Its voice was gentle and cute, downright lovable. The butler then turned his gaze to Charmine. “Ms. Jordan, why don’t you give it a go?” Charmine’s gaze landed on the machine. “Hello, Kitty.” The machine answered, “May I help you, Mommy?”

“Otherwise it doesn't transmit and I can't hear you.” I push the button this time. “Nope. First time.” Christopher wears surprise like it doesn't fit him. I suppose that being the CEO of a billion dollar company means that you always have to be prepared for anything. Surprise isn't something a CEO should experience often. “Butler's daughter,” I remind him, pointing to myself. “Not the pilot's daughter.” He doesn't push the button, but I can clearly see him breath out a “huh.” He looks at me like I just told him that I've never eaten white bread.

He had insisted they discuss her findings in person, dismissing the idea of a phone call. "Thank you," Autumn repeated, this time with genuine warmth in her eyes. She felt a strange, comforting familiarity with the butler—almost as if he were a father figure. His grey hair and the lines on his face spoke of years of service and wisdom. "No need to thank me, miss. In fact, I should be the one thanking you," the butler replied, watching with mild amusement as Autumn eagerly began to eat. There was something endearing in the way she shoveled the food into her mouth, lacking the pretentious restraint he had grown accustomed to with the other women Derek brought around. They would sip and nibble,

Like that's true! Meanwhile, trouble was arising as they spoke. Butler Corren looked like a sensible, kind old man. He was a capable grand butler, working for the dukedom ever since he was a young man. In the past, Natalia thought he'd at least be cordial to her but he dropped her in a heartbeat. It was sad. "This is your butler, Wilbur. He will lead you to your room"

Each time when Ace appeared before Alvin he would behave all tough and broody, he would curse, and try to beat him and in the end when the young lad would leave the old man, he would be on his knees crying for mercy and this time too, he would bring him to his knees but a lot more painfully than ever. The old butler he arranged for his wife approached him making Ace look at the head bowed man, "I want you to do something," The butler didn't say a word he simply nodded and why not? He was mute, the butler could hear but not speak, and there was a long story behind this as well.

I hid a chuckle after hearing it. "Oh! Eriol! Such a tease," Clara answered, quite misunderstanding Mr. Butler's words. Huh! She is not only spoiled, but a dumb brat it seems. "Clara dear!" Another woman called out, but this time, the voice had a more mature tone.

They knock on the door twice and it opens wide before a man who looks like he is in his mid forties, comes into their view. "Good morning, Mr. Taylor! This is my daughter, Itzel! You could not meet her yesterday, right?" Mrs. Singh rants on. "And Itzel, this is Tyberius Taylor! Our new butler here." She introduces him to her. But Itzel keeps her scrutinizing gaze on that poor man who keeps on shifting on his feet while gulping visibly.

The butler, who says his name is Beil, motions for me to enter the door he just opened, saying, "Lady Solstice, we're already here." “I appreciate it, Sir Beil.” The old butler gives one last glance, "You're always welcome, Lady Solstice" before shutting the door. Does he even have the ability to smile? I wonder this since it seems as though he was completely emotionless while speaking to me or is he just exactly that way? Shaking my head and heaving a sigh silently, I turn to face the person in front of me, gasping as I saw his emerald eyes and upward-curving lips as if I hadn't startled him at all but rather that I had astonished him.

Butler Robert puts his hand on the roof of his Toyota car and looks at him on the inside. “Tomorrow is my … my niece birthday. I will go home today,” he nearly slips from speaking. Fortunately, Butler Robert is not into gossips and focuses on giving the best services he could for his lord. “Oh! My bad. Advance happy birthday to her, pleas rely.” He takes off his hand and then pats Paul’s shoulder inside the car. He nodded. “Thank you so much. I invited my husband he will come tomorrow. Please watch him for me—“ Butler Robert chuckles sarcastically when hearing his mere request. “Even you don’t request. Keep safe when heading home,” he uttered as Paul goes out from the premises of the Vozinel