Charles Grey Black Butler Novels & Stories

I manage. "You don’t." Charlie takes a step closer, and I automatically step back. "You were watching him, weren't you? Grayson Blackwell." My mouth goes dry. "That's none of your business." I spit. "Right," His smile returns, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "But I notice things, Raelynn. I notice when people aren't paying attention to their surroundings. When they're vulnerable. And I just have to do something about it." His proximity, words…there’s something unsettling about it, about this whole conversation but I can't just place my hand on it.

Instead, she gave him a curtsey, though she knew it was petty as fuck, and said, “As you wish your highness.” “I must insist upon calling your physician, Mr. Godwin,” said the butler. Well, the man had balls. He dared to go against a direct order from the king. Off with his head perhaps? On her way out of the room, Grayson conceded to his subordinate’s request with a head nod, much to her surprise. And to think Mr. Duvall didn’t have to resort to calling his mother like Leo threatened back when trying to get Grayson to eat his food like a good little boy.

Hana spoke out loud as the man had now gotten to them . He bowed gently showing his grey hairs and bald head" welcome miss. My name is Charles. I'm the butler. " They bowed and greeted him . He led them to inside the house where Micheal and his brothers were already waiting for them . Having gotten used to seeing them in tailored suit and tie, it was kinda jaw dropping for them to sit them sitting comfortably and laughing amongst each other wearing sweats and short sleeves shirt with their always 'sleek ' hair disheveled.

in it because the principal shareholder was Thomas and Albert Grey (TAG). My mom was Sir Thomas Grey's private massage therapist. Ever since I was a child, mom would always let me accompany her to Grey's residence for the couple's daily massage sessions. Their only son, Albert Grey, who was most likely thirty years my senior, would also entertain me with his computer games, or any of his ball games such as basketball or tennis. I always remembered him as a kind and good-natured man.

A flicker of guilt stirred in his heart as the implications sank in. The butler, noticing Dean’s reaction, adopted a more serious tone. “In truth, I’ve known Damon and Chen’s parents for a long time. I was even the one who officiated their wedding. Though I initially worked for the Greyson family, I maintained ties with the Dankworths over the years. Later, I chose to work for the Dankworth family exclusively, and naturally, I ceased my association with the Greysons.” Dean could sense a quiet melancholy in the butler’s words, an echo of the connections severed by that decision. Curious, he asked, “Mr. Butler, switching loyalties after so long must have taken great courage. Do you ever regret

He chuckled, served him a glass of chilled water from the freezer and sat down on the chair. Butler Camsy, a man in his early fifties who lived his whole live working for the Gray's said. “And what is that meant to be? That I am also hot tempered too?!” “Definitely not, Sir. It is just that I think Old master Gray is right. You can't keep up with the work, underworld and yet take care of a child at the same time. You need to get a wife. ” Butler Camsy also did not like the path this topic led to, his deceased wife. Calven secretly married a maiden in the countryside which gave birth to the little brat, however she couldn't make it alive after that car incident which also made him lose his s

After a short while Alex from the other cab called. "Hello?"Grey said as he answered the call. "So what are we going to do there?"Alex asked. "I was just asked to check some work being done there by my butler.–" Alex quickly retorted,"Wow a butler. You're so rich now haha." "You want me to dig you a grave already?"Grey said. "Hahahaha."he replied. "What are we gonna do after that. I think your work will not take too long."Nick said. "I think so too."

He came down the stairs, green eyes bright with humor. "Not one more bloody word," Charles warned. "I've had enough of that from your butler. Why hasn't he retired yet?" "He fears the day my rugs are left undefended from one of your visits. It's what keeps him going." "Lord Lonsdale, the ladies will see you now," Simkins announced as he returned to the hall. Charles squared his shoulders and headed for the morning room. Godric stood at attention and gave a mock salute as he passed, then trailed behind him. Charles shot him a questioning look.

Even though he had mixed feelings, Gray chose to remain quiet and accompanied the mayor to his wife’s grave. She died many years ago because of an attempt of assassination. Leaving a huge gap in his heart, Charles vowed not to remarried and to be reunited in the afterlife. Gently, Charles knelt and put down a beautiful flower in front of his wife’s grave. He stroked the grave and muttered some words while smiling. With Gray’s help, Charles got up and decided to go back. Since he didn’t have any activity, Gray offered to escort him. Walking side by side, the two of them attracted the townsfolks attentions. Along the way, people greeted the mayor with respect while glared at him angrily. How d

She was giving her a bunch of servants. Lalisa smiled and said, “Mom, to be honest, I haven’t gotten used to having a group of people following me around until now. I value my freedom and independence. I enjoy going wherever I want by myself. Charles has been with you for so long; let him stay with you.” Mrs. Grayson furrowed her brows. “But...” “Mom, I’ll accept the rest, but please let Charles stay,” Lalisa insisted. The butler’s role might not be significant to Lalisa, but to Mrs. Grayson, it was crucial. People like Charles and McKay handled all the affairs entrusted to them by the masters, and the masters couldn’t do without them.