Deku Butler Novels & Stories

As soon as we got back downstairs, a man whom I guessed was the butler walked over to where we stood and greeted us as he gestured to some staff to go and get our smaller bags from the car. "Alpha Logan, it's such a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." "I know right? It's been a while." Turning to me, he continued "Good evening my lady, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm Kendrick the butler." He was visibly older than Logan and I put together but he was still as agile as ever. I took his extended arm and proceeded to introduce myself. "Well, there's not much introduction to do. I'm Ava Silverpelt but you can call me Ava."

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

He knew that day wouldn't be far. “This way, my Lord.” Butler Thomas bowed, leading the way out of the forbidden area and into the living room, heading toward the third floor that had been reserved and furnished for Azael Alarico De Leon. Some servants working in the living room were subtly stunned when they saw the dashing, handsome man with Butler Thomas, cradling a woman. His long hair and ancient clothes made him look as if he had stepped out of an old painting. Could that be the owner of the mansion?

“We have tried, sir. World-renowned chefs don’t bend easily. They cook in their own kingdoms. They do not take orders like staff. We both know this.” That earned a short laugh from me. “Then make them bend. That’s what money is for. The more difficult they are, the more reason to drag them here. Put in more effort, Butler.” He cleared his throat, and he let a faint smile rest on his lips. I knew that look. It was his way of telling me I was reckless without saying it aloud. A quiet reprimand. “Mr. Devereaux,” he said, “I respect every decision you make. But I will not fire another one, especially not her. It took years to find her, and I am too close to retirement to start the search again.”

Zephyr’s guard went up immediately, and he asked for the person in charge to send the tonic daily to be brought over. A while later, the person came—it was a man who looked honest. He wore a Hamerton employee’s uniform and stood there cautiously. When he occasionally peeked at Zephyr, he quickly ducked his head down. Zephyr found him to be familiar but could not recall who he was. “Sir, he’s Lukas Welkie,” Clark told him. “Mr. Welkie’s nephew…” Zephyr was alarmed. Mr. Welkie was a butler in Gale Bay whose duty was to take care of Henry and Kate’s daily needs. How could it be him?

Then the damn thing tumbled to the floor. Cursing again, Deke grabbed the edge of the counter. Every muscle in his body was tense, all the way from his brows slashing down over narrowed eyes to his toes curled into the Italian slate beneath them. Get your shit together, he castigated himself and fit the lid back on the coffeemaker, filled it with grounds and water, then flipped the on switch. At the same time, Luc apparently flipped Kimber’s switch.

they chimed as they either bowed or curtsied to her. A tall elderly man stepped up to her, hands behind his back. For a moment, she worried that he was the one to be her husband. Her heart hammered in her chest as the man bowed to her. "Miss Dewhurst, I'm Mr. Brown, butler to His Grace the Duke of Snowshill. if you would follow me, the His Grace the Duke of Snowshill is waiting for you in his study."

the butler said, dancing with joy. Maxime tilted his head, looking at the excited butler, and blinked his pretty black eyes. "Is he my great-grandpa?" It was so strange—why was the great-grandpa so happy, almost like a little bird. The butler froze for a moment, quickly pulling back his exaggerated expression and putting on a kind smile. "Little young master, I’m your great-grandpa's butler. Your great-grandpa is in the room." "Oh, butler." Maxime nodded seriously, then slid down from Magnus’s arms and trotted into the room. ***

The good, the bad, and the ugly. “We are here, sir,” Ken announced as he drove in. I took a good look at the surroundings as we entered. The scenery was beautiful and it felt like I was in heaven. Nicholas led the way in and I had a whole ‘crowd’ of people waiting for me. The household staff were lined up and waiting. The butler was a woman who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She had blonde hair and her wrinkly face made her look somewhat unforgettable. Lest I forget, her nose was as high as Cinderella’s heels. Wait, were Cinderella’s heels actually high? “You can call me Mama,” The butler introduced herself. I raised an eyebrow on hearing that. Was the butler trying to ma

At Prince Deacon’s England Manor, he has a few pack members consisting of all omegas of different ranks. “Susan, care to come with us to Humpington for a few seasons?” Prince Deacon asked. “I have a newborn but I will get one of our best maids ready if you like?” Susan declined his offer with another. “Congratulations,” Wynn said, hoping he did not offend a husband. “I will need a butler as well,” Prince Deacon said, half disappointed that Susan won’t join him as he liked her standard of work and thought she could keep Wynn distracted.