Butler Voice Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes settled on me. “I’ll be in the office for a while. Butler Charles will show you around,” he said. I only nodded, avoiding his gaze. Moments later, he turned and left. Butler Charles straightened again as he turned to me, keeping his posture polite and humble. “Madam, it’s truly nice to meet you. I’m Butler Charles, and this is Martha, the housekeeper of this mansion,” he introduced them. The housekeeper gave me only the faintest nod before she finally spoke.

Heat radiated from his palm, burning against my shivering, rain-slicked skin. "Stay down." He coughed, spitting a glob of dark blood onto the dashboard. Heavy boots splashed through the deep puddles outside. Dozens of them. Rifle bolts clacked into place, the metallic snaps cutting cleanly through the rhythmic drumming of the tropical downpour. Static whined. A booming, amplified voice echoed through the storm. "Well, well. Look at the mess you two made." Garrett Butler. Dread compressed my ribs, squeezing the oxygen straight from my lungs.

The Butler said in his Australian accent. Alex lifted an eyebrow at Cat, grinning. “Funny that your husband that doesn’t care about you sent your personal bodyguard. Please send him in.” Alex informed Lachlan.

He then also climbed inti the driver seat and Usha was sitting next to him. “Oh, and nice to meet you, little kitten. I am Artie’s owner. My driver friends used to call me Tom-Tom, others Mat-Mat. But the children who likes to pet Artie calls me Mr. Butler. You may call me whatever you like.” Mr. Kind Face said. Usha smiled. “Mr. Kind Face and Mr. Butler! Tom-tom! Mat-mat!” He replayed all the name that had mentioned, seems like he couldn’t get his mind set to one name.

But I knew when the sun went down, because the mansion became more active, and the sound of night bugs joined in the sound of water droplets. I felt like I was going to run mad, but the door opened and the butler came in. He was human, I was sure of it, but still, there was something off about him. But I could not place my hand on it. He stood a few feet away from my cell and looked at me in a spiteful manner. “My name is Bartholomew the Fourteenth,“ he said. The fourteenth? I asked myself. Does that mean that fourteen generations of this man's family had lived with and worked for Vladimir?

his assistant said showing him falls of their company stock. “Call the hacking team and let them do their job” he angrily said for his assistant to do as told. At the willer mansion, grandma willer called the mansion phone which the butler picked. “The willer mansion” the butler said for grandma willer voice to sound. “Get the phone to my son” the old woman voice sounded for the butler to run towards his madam giving her the phone. “Hello” mrs willer asked for the old woman raging voice to sound.

And I need to get away before I lose my mind. "I'm only doing my job," he replies coolly. "Excuse me." He walks away. I roll my eyes as I watch him. Can't he just say 'Thanks" instead? "I'm just doing my job," I mimic his voice, laughing to myself. He's a piece of work. Butler Lucas returns from wherever he'd been hiding. "Breakfast is served in the dining room, my dear," he says in his worldly manners. Medium height, average body, with snow-like hair, Butler Lucas is my most loyal employee. The old man has been all over the fancy cities of the world, and Paris is where I stole him.

He called out, not faltering in his steps. “Good evening miss Ricci, a pleasure to have you here.” The automated voice called smoothly through the house. I turned around, awe written on my face as i tried to trace the voice to a source, a speaker, echo device, anything would do. “She’s built into the house.” He said watching me. “Home virtual assistant, or a robot butler as you so fondly called her.” He had a weird look on his face. “How’s your shoulder?” I blushed subtly rolling it again. “It’s fine.”