Domovoi Butler Novels & Stories

*** After they finished getting ready they went downstairs for breakfast, near the last step, a fifty-five-year-old woman was waiting for them. "Good morning, Young sir and Miss." She bowed her head. "I am Bik Mur, Miss. The butler of this house," she said politely when she saw Azkia's curious face. "Good morning, Bik Mur," Azkia replied kindly with a sweet smile of her own. Then Bik Mur escorted them to the dining room.

Just… capable. A tall, stern looking man stepped forward. Grey at the temples, posture so perfect it hurt. His voice was velvet and gravel. “I am Mr. Sterling, your butler and household manager. Everything will run through me.” Behind him stood: Mrs. Greaves, the head housekeeper, short and round with a fierce glint in her eye. Chef Ambrose, tall, tatted, with a messy bun and a cocky smirk. He looked more rockstar than culinary master.

My mother says demurely. I step out of the carriage behind her, no hand to steady my exit. The door creaks open and a housekeeper and butler step outside. “Good Afternoon Luna Osiris.” The butler says with a bow. “I shall fetch your luggage.” The housekeeper leads us into the entryway of the home. I’m taken aback by the size of the dwelling. A large entryway leads to a sitting room, dining room, and presumably the kitchen. Stairs are to the right of the entrance and lead to the bedrooms.

Aaron cast a pointed glance at the butler, raising his hand slightly. The butler, an older man named Adrien Warren, who had served the Fletcher family for nearly thirty years, immediately approached. “Mr. Aaron, what can I do for you?” Aaron, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, said, “Adrien, you’ve been around a long time. Are you really telling me you don’t know what I want?” The butler froze for a moment, bowing his head even lower. “Please tell me, sir.” Aaron leaned back in his chair. “I want some soup.”

She is in charge of the house for the summer. Azumi looked at least 40 years old, still, her deep terra cotta skin was without any lines, and her posture was like that of a prima ballerina. "Hello, welcome to Bado." She turned a little to the side, and a lean, tall man or woman about her age stepped down from the front door. "This is Tutu; he will be your butler during your during your stay here"

The chief butler followed behind them, tall, stern, and wearing the expression of a man whose life had been carefully arranged around service and dignity and who now looked mildly offended that illness had interrupted his schedule. He bowed slightly to Dominic. “Breakfast is served, sir.” I looked at the spread again. This was not breakfast. This was a royal event. Dominic’s eyes moved over the trays, then lifted to the butler. “Where is Elena’s?” The butler blinked once. “Pardon, sir?” “My wife’s breakfast.” The room went still in the weird way rooms do when someone says something unexpectedly simple and everyone else has to pretend they are not affected by it.

The title felt heavy on her shoulders. The head servant stepped forward. He was a tall man with broad shoulders. His dark hair was neat and his jaw was strong. Sharp blue eyes met hers for a moment. “Welcome home, Your Grace,” he said in a deep steady voice. “I am Michael Hughes, the butler. It is my honor to serve you.” Madeleine felt a small flutter in her chest. She had not expected the butler to look like this. His uniform fit him well. The black jacket showed his fit frame. She nodded and offered a small smile.

And without hearing Punit’s goodbye he hung up the phone and approached those two men. “Guys! Guys! Guys! Who are you?” One of them opened his tab and read something, “Yuvi sir! Nice to meet you!” He raised his hand to shake hands and Yuvi also responded but still, he was confused. “ This is Suruchi ma’am’s stuff and I, Deven, am the butler and chef of the house and he is Bittu, in charge of gardens and security. We both are professional and excellent in our work with training with defence techniques and also with armed training. It will be a pleasure to work with you. Nice to meet you. We are taking over your rest work. So, go and be ready.” Deven raised a key to Yuvi and added gently, “ In

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

"Don't you heard what I said or you are just plain dumb and stupid?" He roared and stood to his feet. They began to shiver except for one of them. The young lady went to call the butler of the house, Mr jay. He was Mr. Jay and has been in the house for over twenty years, that's even before Roberto was born. He had served as the butler and was very efficient to a fault. He was trusted by Mrs Avanti and always carried out all of her instructions to the latter. "Roberto my son, your mum said we shouldn't serve any meal to you until you go to school! And that goes for you ordering anything as well."