Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

That man hates mistakes, so I shouldn't be surprise about this anymore. "Good morning, Nathalie!" I heard an old man's voice from behind me so I turned around to look for who it was and found the same man who I saw outside of the mansion when I first came here. "Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Mattia, the head of the butlers of this household. Shall anything that you need personally, you can always call me to assign a butler for you and have you be assisted." He bowed his head a little before facing me again. "Now, is there anything you might need that I can assist you with?"

Regardless of what I think, I stepped out of the car as soon as the chauffeur pulled over after making a turn at the big beautiful fountain in front of the house. The minute I opened the car door and stepped out on my own, the chauffeur went over to the other side to pull open the car door for Brenda who took her sweet time stepping out. She made me wonder if everyone had gathered today for her sake or for me. My attention was soon captured by a middle-aged man dressed in a black tailored suit coming out of the house with a roll of servants. I didn’t recognize him, but soon, I learnt that he was the Moore family’s butler. He briefly introduced himself to Mum and Dad before turning to Brenda

Steven says, “She must be avenged” A chubby-looking fellow walks out of the mansion, his black suit conflates with the turquoise mansion wall like a painting as he walks with a formal presence exposing himself as a proud butler. “May I know the reason for your visit, Steven?” he says. Who is this fatso? Philip is curious.

And I need to get away before I lose my mind. "I'm only doing my job," he replies coolly. "Excuse me." He walks away. I roll my eyes as I watch him. Can't he just say 'Thanks" instead? "I'm just doing my job," I mimic his voice, laughing to myself. He's a piece of work. Butler Lucas returns from wherever he'd been hiding. "Breakfast is served in the dining room, my dear," he says in his worldly manners. Medium height, average body, with snow-like hair, Butler Lucas is my most loyal employee. The old man has been all over the fancy cities of the world, and Paris is where I stole him.

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

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.

According to the entry I had read from our library, the Laveau was one of the highest henchmen of the Phantom Pack before the War of the Triad along with the Voss, a family of vampires. I stepped up on the porch of the house and stared at the red double door ahead of me. This time, I was able to knock twice without being dragged in. After a few seconds, the door opened and it revealed a middle-aged man who was wearing a black butler suit. He had brushed-up dark hair and defined jaw, bright blue eyes, and a dark complexion. He looked like one of those strict staff of a mansion who has an ability to see even a tiny speck of dust. "The priestess is expecting you. Follow me," he said with his de

he mumbled and his expression was blissful while saying that. "Hey wait for me!" Maurice yelled after Hadley but the girl just turned around to glare at him before she walked away. "Welcome Master," the house Butler came to welcome Maurice, and Maurice nodded his head in response to him. "Attend to the madam very well. She is kind of moody," Maurice says, asking the butler to go in while he still stood outside the house not going in. He picked up his phone, dialing a number on it and his blissful expression changed to a solemn one.

It was a man probably in his mid-thirties, he was dressed in a butler uniform, standing some meters away from the gate. "Good morning Miss, may I help you?" "Em, yes" I relayed, clearing my throat. "I'm Miss Maeve Ford, the new Physician." He only nodded his head when these words left my lips and I couldn't help but wonder where he came from, I was sure there was no one by the gates some minutes ago. I noticed him skimming my appearance but I was glad his expression didn't change. "I'm Bruce the Butler of the Morgan Villa" He then turned around and the gate automatically opened.

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