Butler Voice Novels & Stories

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h

Butler James said in a soft tone. "Ouch! Thanks for bruising my ego ." "Sorry, Master. But what I am trying to say is now, I think your aura is so more mature, and more... I don't know... Strong? I guess I could call it that..." Hurrying ahead of Elijah, Butler James opened the back door and stepped aside for him to get in, smiling when he said, "Thanks." The drive was long and quiet because Elijah fell asleep, his head resting on the window glass and his fingers against his ring.

that butler said respectively, Justin again changed his face knowing this man isn’t his father. “Well, something important?” Justin asked he wanted to sleep badly and every part of his body hurt, Caddel hits him hard, “well, old Mr. Gasper wanted to meet you” butler said respectively not making his face like last time. When Justin heard it is former President, he asked for butler to wait and wear his clothes as he is used to sleeping naked.

he said with a smile, although he did not look that old I could still see little wrinkles on his face when he smiled. "Ok, thank you, Sir" I nodded as a sign of response. "You can just call me Butler Luke," he said smiling, the butler seemed to be the jovial type, unlike his Young MASTER. He walked towards the stairs and climbed up with me following behind him, after a while, we approached a door that seemed to be the study room. Butler Luke gently knocked on the door and I heard a voice from inside... "Come in" the annoying brute's voice could be heard from inside the study room.

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

“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.

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

He asks. The butler stops halfway across the terrace and gives a deep bow. “I am called Burton, sir. Should it please you.” “Burton,” Victor says, taking a sip of the whiskey and savoring the taste in his mouth. It’s even his favorite brand. “Are you looking for a new job?” A slow, warm smile breaks out over Burton’s face.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

The butler was stunned and shouted, "Master Carter, watch out!" Bam!