Charles Grey Black Butler Novels & Stories

Envy fleeted across her eyes. “Get rid of everything.” Charlie said icily, with the subject not open for discussion, “I want everything new. I’m not interested in someone else’s hand-me-downs.” The butler paused for a minute before persuading in hesitation, “Get rid of everything? Don Moretti will—” “I am the lady of the manor now. Are you trying to defy the consiglieri’s orders?” Charlie abruptly cut the butler off. She took strides into the bedroom. She swiped her finger across the vanity table before furrowing her brows in disgust.

It was Saturday evening when Charles walked past the threshold of the Michelson estate. He had on a black tux. His thick, brown, curly hair was slicked down with gel to keep it under control. “Good evening, Mr. Michelson,” Joseph, the butler, greeted.

Benjamin Grey, Alexandra’s uncle, was livid after he learned of his ‘Niece’s’ sudden return. After so many tries at getting a successor-ship over Grey Enterprise, today could have been the perfect shot. He hadn't attended the company for some days on purpose. After all, the more the company sank, the more a strong leader will be needed. And he would be the best choice. Yet, it was all ruined by someone who he thought had died all those years ago. “…That Illegitimate ingrate!” Benjamin cursed out as he flung his empty wine glass at the nearest wall, coincidentally, that happened to be where his precious daughter Vivian stood.

It’s even more suggestive than before! The butler heard the commotion and came down. “What’s the matter?” Then, he saw both of them on the couch and was stunned. At the next moment, he knew what had happened. Turning around, he climbed the stairs and mumbled, “Looks like age has caught up to me. My eyes and ears aren’t working well anymore. There’s simply nobody here.” Avery started to get impatient with Charlene’s act. She was still kneeling between his legs when he asked coldly, “How long are you going to be kneeling there?”

said the butler with a serious tone . King Charles looked at the butler then a sudden idea came to his mind . " Butler ! " said king Charles . " Yes , Your Majesty ! " said the butler with his usually polite tone . " You are a genius ! " said king Charles . " Haaaa ?!?!! " said the butler shocked to the core when he heard his words . King Charles looked at the photos with a smirk then looked at the butler . " Order our people to start investigating this attempt immediately . " said king Charles .

I gasped, eyes wide. ‎He didn't flinch; he just stood there and let me see him. His cock was so long and thick with veins popping, much longer than Damon's. I clenched my thighs tightly, gosh I'm dripping just from the sight of his mighty cock. ‎My eyes roamed up to his muscular chest, his skin glowed lightly with heat, and his hair was wet and tousled; he seemed to have been wacking off before I walked in. ‎"I'm Charles Blackwill," he introduced smoothly, his fingers stroking his cock slowly. "Damon's young uncle. His dad's little brother."

Benedict raised his head and said, "Uncle Black, don't worry about me, but worry about yourself. Although Uncle Blake has a bad relationship, he has a girlfriend, but what about you, Uncle Black?" Boyce, "..." "How pure do you think he is? He already has a good relationship." Charles interjected and pushed Boyce with his shoulder. "Why didn't you call Yuri to come with you today?" "Who is Yuri?" Benedict asked Charles with his eyes wide open and blinking. "Of course it's your Uncle Black's girlfriend." Charles said. Benedict said excitedly, "Wow, Uncle Black has a girlfriend?" The dishes are almost ready. Olena was setting the table. Stacy came out and took the wine and passed through the li

he said. “It’s fine, it’s fine” Ivote said. “Follow me, the other person who wants to meet you is waiting for us” he added. Ivote and Charlie made their way to the private room where Grey awaits. Ivote opened the door for him and Charlie was immediately welcomed by Grey. Charlie swallowed at the sight of the intimidating man in front of him. Even though Grey was smiling, Charlie could tell that it was a different kind of smile. Ivote smiles at Charlie to reassure him and led him in front of where Grey was sitting.

“I need to know… Was that you? Was that your revenge?!” Grey huffed out a laugh. “Revenge? Why the fuck would I mess with your case after I proved my innocence?” “Because I know who you are!” Moore snarled. “And I know what you're capable of! You could have easily done it!” Grey frowned. “Done…what?” “Kill Charlie Butler!” Moore threw up his hands in frustration. Lanzo inched toward him. “Charlie Butler is dead?” “You didn't know?” Moore looked at Grey before drawing a shaky breath. “Charlie Butler was found dead this morning. He was stabbed in his cell.”

He'll still touch my skin, see it. I don't want him to. It'll change the dynamic of everything. This is all Charlotte's fault, she's the cause of the awkwardness that's about to happen between Mr. Grey and I. I hear sharp footsteps from behind me and I see that Mr. Grey has taken off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white button shirt up to his elbows. The first three stops of the shirt are also unbuttoned. To say he looks regal right now is an understatement. His luscious hair is still in its neat bun, leaving small strands at the front.