Domovoi Butler Novels & Stories

With those words, he departed. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration. Mr.Colton and I shared the same suite. Our rooms were separated only by a thin wall; he could have simply called out my name. Why does he always make everything so complicated? It seemed as though he enjoyed summoning me through Winston, his loyal messenger, every single time we needed to communicate. It's as if he enjoys adding unnecessary layers of complexity to our interactions.

like a piece of property. I swallowed hard against the lump forming in my throat. So much for waking to peace and optimism this morning. A brisk, no-nonsense rap at the carved mahogany door heralded the arrival of Viola, one of the many crisply uniformed housekeepers employed by the estate. “Good morning Mr. Sterling,” she pronounced crisply, wheeling in a polished silver serving cart laden with domed platters. “Your breakfast, sir.”

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.

his sister pointed out. "What she wants... doesn't matter." Sergei briefly looked down at me. Wow, typical male breed. No different from my own nightmare of a father. I wondered what hell I would have to endure now that I was married to this monster. "Alek," Sergei took a name, and a man in his 50s stepped forward in the conversation. His silver strands were perfectly slicked back, and that perfect crisp black tailored suit gave away his role. He was the butler here. "Take her to her room," Sergei commanded.

the butler called out. Alexander turned as he glared at him, with his cold eyes pierced through the Butler's soul as If he understood what he wanted to say. The butler bowed his head in respect as he withdrew to his position. It happened so fast that Irene didn't even notice, she was busy magnifying the house and was simply awed by the wealth displayed in every item in the house.

Since the man rarely spoke, that did imply he treasured his words. 'If that's the case, he will tell me about everything, right?' Once the wheelchair was pushed inside the mansion, a butler greeted them by bowing. Seeing a real-life butler managed to bring a brightness to her eyes. "This is Butler Min. If you need anything, just call for him," Hyunjin stated. Butler Min appeared to be in his fifties and wore a stoic expression on his face. She wasn't even able to guess whether or man was fond of her.

Sitting on a bench, I saw a butler in my parents' age group coming in our direction with a hurried step. - "Are you Miss Thetia Kestle?" I answered positively and told her what it was all about. - "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Tim Habborlain, the butler of Mister Olivier De Guignes, the former Duke of this duchy. I have come to fetch you and escort you to my master's residence. Please follow me" he announced and we left in the direction of a carriage, which had attracted the attention of the crowd.

< Nina > Sebastian Jacques. When I asked Yu about him one time after eating pizza with him, no surprise there that he is involved with the de Milano family. But he is not just any other butler, in fact, he is the head butler in the de Milano Estate. But what surprised me the most was Yu’s revelation. We were at the pizza place near the boulevard again. Right after we visited the doctor’s to check my eye, now I’m pirate-free and Yu finally stopped teasing it.

LHRYS'S POINT OF VIEW "Master Lhyrys! Are you really sure that you will also go to the Human Realm with the Lady?!" Dominic asked frantically. Dominic is the butler that was also thrown away with me from the Human Realm. He is a loyal servant, friend and I also consider him as a part of my family. Despite being aware of my views of him, he didn't change and still insisted on being treated as a servant instead of 'grandeur' titles such as a friend or a family. He only sees everything he does as his duties but for me, it meant a lot to even ignore and regard it as nothing.

Livia was stunned by the sheer size of the house the morning after her wedding. In the kitchen, only the staff were bustling about, preparing breakfast. In the corners, maids quietly dusted and cleaned. "It feels like a small army lives here," Livia mumbled as she stepped inside. "Good morning, Young Lady. I am the butler. Just call me Matt," the man in a crisp uniform greeted her politely. "Oh. Good morning, Mr. Matt. Is there anything I can help with in the kitchen?" The butler blinked, clearly surprised. Help? From the new mistress of the house?