Butler Voice Novels & Stories

Now it felt like being annoying being here alone, when I had come here for Andre. I walked into the kitchen. The butler was at the counter, making tea. He did not startle when I came in. I could not remember his name. I did not care to learn it. He had worked for the DeLuca family longer than I had been alive. He looked up at me and gave a small nod. “Good morning, Ms. Carter.” There was no warmth in his voice. That was fine. I did not need him to be warm. “Where is Andre?" I asked.

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"

The man greeted them with a strong and deep English-accented voice. “This is James. He is my butler and in charge of the welfare of the house” Luca introduced and Iris looked between both men in shock. She had only seen or heard of butlers in books and movies. She didn’t believe they existed in real life but here she was, standing in front of one with the most impeccable character, better than she had seen in movies and books.

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

Adam’s frown deepened as saw the strange smile on the vicious woman’s face; he subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. “Madam…. Madam…. It’s the young miss Shelby.” The butler hurriedly rushed down panting as he announced “She…. She… the young maid…” He struggled uncomfortably losing his composure. “Now…now….” Grandma Walter chided in a generous voice “Calm down and tell me what happened slowly.” “There is no need to be flustered. There is only family here.” Grandma Walter continued coaxing in a gentle voice.

She stepped nearer to the door and positioned her ear on it, no screaming was heard which implies she was safe to open it. "Arghhhhh!!!" She yanked back instantly, removing her hand from the door's handle. That was a scream she heard. "Y-you're not him. He never calls me Lexi, y-you're someone else," She stated with a trembling voice. "I'm him, sweetheart, just open the door and see. Hurry, they are COMING!" Her Butler might be cold but he never yells at her. This was not her cold yet warm Butler, No, not him. And sweetheart? So not her Butler.