Deku Butler Novels & Stories

Even he was gone, knowing he could no longer save me. "A pleasure to meet you, new ladymaid. I am Jones Conrad, the deputy butler of this house. A man in a black and white suit greeted me at the door with a friendly smile. "And you are?" he asked. "Cess Cantrall," I hesitate before answering, giving him a deadpan stare as I observe the smile on his face, wondering if it was sincere working under the roof of the alpha or if he was faking it.

"You mustn't make things difficult for the young master. I should retire by now." The butler Ken said and went back to his room to pack up his things, but he wanted to die here, but because of a girl, Elias mercilessly chased him away. Whatever he said, he had the permission of his master that he would die here later, now that he was fired, even though he was going to die later, he still buried his grave near the William family. This particular matter he must tell Elias before he leaves.

As she goes to open it, though, Alvin lets out a little shriek of protest. “What,” Delia asks, looking between me and my son. “What did I do?” I just shrug, looking to Alvin. “I am the butler!” Alvin says, marching over to her. “That is my job!” Delia laughs, stepping away from the bottle of wine and holding the wine opener out. “Have at it, little man,” she says, smirking. “I’ll take a butler any day of the week.” Alvin snatches the wine opener out of her hand and climbs up on a chair, his face very haughty and confident. But, when confronted with the bottle of wine itself, his face falls a little.

she urged, unable to contain her anticipation. ‌ Chuckling softly, Susan continued, "Well, you see, each butler has their own unique way of preparing and savoring their tea. James, the head butler, insists on meticulously arranging his tea set in a specific pattern before pouring the tea, while Thomas, the butler with the walrus mustache, takes a sip of tea and recites a Shakespearean sonnet before he begins his duties." ‌ Virginia burst into laughter, picturing the scene in her mind. "Oh, I can only imagine the sight of these distinguished butlers engaging in such whimsical rituals. It must bring a touch of magic to the mansion!"

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

, a husky entered into my ears before I could even open my eyes properly And as soon as I got my clear view back I saw someone who was sitting near me with his head down, so I just ended up asking, " Are you the one who just said that statement ? “ " No it wasn't me but my master who just ended up apologizing you because he is very much ashamed of hid act which he did by hitting you because of which he is unable to show you his face as he is too much embarrassed”, that man told me " No it's not his mistake but it's reverse as I was the one who was standing in the middle of the road so it's perfectly alright, by the way what's your name ?”, I asked him " I am Gerard but here everyone calls me

Kate's heart was thumping in her chest as they neared the town, everything was ready and someone had already made camp for the wolves. " Who did this?" Kate asked. " Butler James and Ethan's servants, your guy is quite rich you know," Azriel said. She exhaled and got out of the car, the butler who never smiled at her once did for the first time and tears ran down her face, since when am I this emotional? She thought. The Butler bowed to her politely, and the other servants did, including the young servant who had a romantic crush on Ethan. " It's good to see you again, Miss,"

No one could tell if he was happy, sad, or angry because his face always maintained the same expression in every situation. He opened the door, and in front of him was the effeminate butler, Mang Kiko. He had been with them for so long. Since Aslan arrived at the estate, after being transferred from another province, Mang Kiko had been their butler. He was still young back then. He wasn’t the typical effeminate man. It was said that he had been hurt before and never loved again. The children he cared for were the children of his siblings who were farmers on the estate.

He had insisted they discuss her findings in person, dismissing the idea of a phone call. "Thank you," Autumn repeated, this time with genuine warmth in her eyes. She felt a strange, comforting familiarity with the butler—almost as if he were a father figure. His grey hair and the lines on his face spoke of years of service and wisdom. "No need to thank me, miss. In fact, I should be the one thanking you," the butler replied, watching with mild amusement as Autumn eagerly began to eat. There was something endearing in the way she shoveled the food into her mouth, lacking the pretentious restraint he had grown accustomed to with the other women Derek brought around. They would sip and nibble,

The woman pushed the double door open, and we were welcomed by a spacious visitor lounge that exudes power—impressive, majestic. Standing in the middle of the spacious hall was a man in a suit—immaculately composed with straightened back and calm expression. “Have a seat, Miss Clarkson.” His professionality was a reminder of the years he spent in service. “I am James, the butler.” He stole my full attention. A butler. I was even more amazed. This is certainly not a mansion, but a palace. "I’m Isabella Clarkson.” “First of all, I would like to congratulate you for the opportunity given… This is a rare opportunity, Miss Clarkson. I hope you are strong enough to withstand the test of the young