Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

“What’s going on here, Malcolm? Are you giving the guards a hard time again?” The light glinted off a gold tooth as he grinned. Some guards chuckled, others shuffled around nervously. Malcolm straightened, a mix of respect and irritation in his tone. “Just testing the loyalty of our new recruit, father.” So this was Mr. Blackwood, the notorious drug baron who pulled the strings of this entire operation. His reputation preceded him. But seeing him in the flesh was a different experience altogether. He was a man accustomed to power, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make its presence known.

Then, they gestured politely for the passengers to get out of the car. The treatment shocked Shawna, Maisie, and Michelle. Only Dustin remained calm. “Sir, Madams, Miss Welch, let me introduce myself. I am Axel Xanthos. I am a highly capable butler. From now on, I will take care of all the household matters for you.” The man at the head of the group of servants wore a black suit and stood very upright. “What are you waiting for? Greet the Madams, Mr. Fox, and Miss Welch,” Axel ordered sternly.

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

He picked it up and said, “Hello.” “Boss, we got a problem,” said his butler. Butler Mike have been around since he was born. He is a faithful and loyal servant. His father before him also served his family for many years before he passed away. “What’s up old man?” asked Sebastian. “The money that you gave to Mr. Wood…” “Yeah? What about?” “They spent it all already.” “Hmm, really.” “Yes, more preciously Mrs. Woods spent all of the money.” “The whole two million?”

But his appearance was none of Jason's business. The Earl placed his hands behind him and raised his chin, giving the older man his usual look of belittlement, "Who are you?" The butler smiled lightly. Even when he recognized the tone too well, he regained his respectful pose and replied, "I am Gareham. I serve as a butler for the Viscount of Mareda." Damnation! That was all the man needed to say to bring the restlessness and fear back to the Earl's youthful face. Still, he held his gaze, determined to hide the emotion within. He knew they would come for Monica soon. But not this soon!

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.

"Unfortunately." Dorian let out a snort and followed me up the front steps, walking side by side to the door. I didn't know if it was the cold or the familiar sense of dread making my hands shake as I rang the doorbell. The door swung open almost immediately to reveal our family's butler, Thomas. still somehow alive. Honestly, the only way I could adequately describe Thomas was that he looked like Alfred Pennyworth, yep that Batman's butler, only that his loyalties laid with my father. His grey hair was slicked back and he was wearing the same black suit he always wore all through my childhood and a slight bow at the waist. The second difference was that he didn't have a British accent.

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.