Domovoi Butler Novels & Stories

The maids, the butler, and the housekeeper spoke in perfect unison. Arianna froze. Her cheeks turned crimson instantly. “Th-thank you…” she managed, slightly flustered. The older gentleman standing at the front stepped forward gracefully. “Welcome home. We have been expecting you,” he said warmly. “My name is Mr. Williams. I am your butler.” Arianna offered him a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams.” He nodded approvingly before gesturing to the others. “This is the housekeeper, Mrs. Florence. These are the maids—they are at your service. Please do not hesitate to call upon them whenever you require assistance. The chef will resume duties within the hour.”

Atkinson, a butler assigned to oversee the household. He had been present since the day of the marriage, meticulously arranging the space and ensuring their belongings were properly moved. Atkinson was an older gentleman, round-bodied with a distinguished bald spot, always impeccably dressed. He had served Adrian for seven years, carefully chosen because he had no ties to Adrian’s powerful family in Italy. "If you need anything, do not hesitate to inform me," he had told them politely. "I oversee the staff and ensure the household functions smoothly." It quickly became evident that there was little for Ashleigh and Mrs. Smith to do. The staff managed everything, from cleaning to meal prepara

I just want to go home and be with Delphina. Before I can sit down, there’s a knock at the door. I turn to see an older man enter the room, his hair a soft shade of grey. He’s dressed impeccably in black pants and a crisp white button-down shirt. As he steps closer, I can see that his face is stern and unsmiling. He gives me a quick glance, sizing me up from head to toe, before he speaks. “I am Osip, Mr. Fedorov’s butler. How do you do, Miss Adalina?” Osip introduces himself.

I am surprised he agreed but didn’t ponder on that and got out of the car and followed him into the house keeping my eyes away from the baby. “Merry Christmas Mr. and Mrs. Dominic.” The kind old man wished at the entrance but Nathan behaved completely ignorant and just nodded and asked him to bring me to the dining room. “Merry Christmas...” I wished not knowing his name but he gave me smile saying he understood. “I am Henson, the butler.” I shook his hand warmly and followed the sound of chatter. The baby had attracted all attention and there was cooing and ahhing. But as soon as I stepped inside the voice stopped.

I grabbed Brielle's hand when we exited the car and continue to examine the incredible house in awe. We entered the enormous building just to be strucked by the riches and beauty of it my thoughts then told me exactly what I thought that Alexander was rich but exactly how rich because of all the nice houses we saw this is by far the most spectacular one. A man dressed in a black and white suit walked up to us with greetings. "Hello, I am William the butler of this prestigious house. You must be Noelle, it's a pleasure to meet you madam I've heard somethings about you," he said.

What does the butler have to do with me? "It has everything to do with you! I asked Addison to kidnapper you and had the butler get you out of Ocean City, but Nathaniel found out about it. He actually tied the butler to the speedboat and dragged him around in the ocean for a useless person like you. The butler is more than 50 years old. How can he bear all of this? It's all because of you! You put the butler's life in danger, and he's almost dead. Do you know how many years he's been with me? Even Nathan and Nick hadn't been by my side as long as he has. He's like my family, and Nathaniel treated him like that just because of a woman like you. He wouldn't let the butler go no matter how I be

Bartholomew the Fourteenth. "It is my honor, sir," The butler said. "That it is during my service that you finally come home." Vladimir snorted. "May I take the missus to her room?" Bartholomew, the fourteenth, asked. "Don't go anywhere near the missus," Vladimir growled. The butler blanched and nodded. "I have prepared your quarters, and they are ready for you any time you're ready for them. Can I get you anything to drink, sir?"

“I know that you don’t have dogs at home!” “...” Dayton was speechless. He coldly said to the butler with a hardened expression on his face, “Go and buy a dog back. I want a dog with the largest build.” The butler did not dare to defy his orders. He turned around to do as he said. Just then, Sirius came down from upstairs and said, “You aren’t allowed to go anywhere.” “Little Young Master…” The butler paused in his steps. They were making things hard for him.

Did he really have to keep everything a secret? The door opened after a moment and I noticed a butler, who immediately greeted us, " Good Morning, Sir!" He bowed his head a little at Tobias and turned towards me, " Good Morning, Madam!" His face was polite but expressionless, representing his professionalism. I smiled politely at him, nodding my head in acknowlegdment. People like him made things work in huge mansions like these and for that, I respected them alot, like ALOT!

she mumbled. When Diana reached the ground floor, a butler appeared and spoke in a soft, well-mannered voice. "Good morning, Miss Diana. Your breakfast is ready, ma'am. Follow me." The man with a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows gently spoke, his Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sitting above an oaken jaw with a formal shoulder that was part of his hefty physique. The man turned around and didn't even let her respond, so she followed him instead. Walking, the man continued speaking, “You can call me Butler Raymond or Raymond—anything that suits you, ma’am. If you need anything else, just ring a bell to your side. Next to every naked statue of a woman adorning the wall, we have one i