Maurice Black Butler Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ If you have something to say , just say it . “ said mr Maurizio . “ I might be booked in saying this but…….I hope that you realise that you indeed were in the wrong here sir . I can fully I understand the anger that miss Luna is feeling now so please try to not take her harsh words to judge her character . The men we placed describe her as an angel . Even when mr D was attacking Massimo , she rushed to help him . “ said the butler . “ Who are you working for ? “ asked mr Maurizio annoyed . “ I work for you sir and I hope I can give you the fastest solution to this problem . “ said the butler . “ And what might that be ? “ asked mr Maurizio . “ Because you were in the wrong this time , you

VINCENT MOREAU He made sure to down the contents of his cup before returning his gaze to me. “My men should know about it. They would know from the moment Wesley Black snaps a finger.” “Wesley Black isn't as stupid and naïve as you think,” I corrected, recalling that it had taken far more sophisticated arrangements to figure the boy out. “His plans are elaborate. He has men who have been there since the time of his father and grandfather guiding him. You seem to have doubts.”

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

As they stood before the grand, imposing doors of the Palace, Butler Clark came before them, his presence as steady as the ancient stones of the building itself. Clark was the same age as Alpha Maceo, but unlike the Alpha, who retained a youthful vigor, the signs of aging were etched deeply into the butler's face, revealing his years of service and loyal duty. Moreover, the butler was not as athletically built, nor did he move with the same fluid grace as Maceo.

“Your type always are.” I couldn’t tell if she was referring to him being black or being a nerd. Both had been tarnished with that particular brush. But Maurice wasn’t your typical black guy, nor was he a regular nerd. He didn’t have a thing for women with big butts, and he wasn’t turned on by Carrie Fisher in a bikini (I have no idea what the fuck that’s about).