Novel & Cerita Maurice Black Butler

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

Forgus Baker said with a disgusted face. "Who's looking for me?" Cadell Marcus glanced at him and said. At this time, from the other side of the car came a middle-aged man, who looked to be less than fifty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked up to Cadell Marcus, and spoke very politely. "It's Captain Cadell Marcus Marcus. I'm the butler Eugene Vincent. You call me Old Henry. It's our house. Eugene Vincent let me invite you over." Cadell Marcus had already guessed who it was, but he still said it on purpose. "Which Eugene Vincent? I don't seem to know what Eugene Vincent is. Can't someone invite me over so I'll just leave?"

The entire décor is immaculate and polished, including the miles of black-and-sand-colored marble covering the floors and steps. We’re greeted by a butler in black tails and gloves, who offers me a glass of champagne, which I’m in desperate need of. Only, I have to put extraordinary effort into keeping my hand from shaking so violently, for fear of sloshing the expensive bubbly over the sides. I take a couple quick sips to minimize this possibility. “I shall show you to your suite,” the butler announces in his haughty tone. This is where Micah abandons me. He kisses me on the cheek, whispers, “Good luck,” then disappears out the double doors that have a pair of attendants to open and close t

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?"

“The theme of the gala must be red because the whole place was painfully red. The lights reflected red, the tables and chairs were covered in red silk, and the platform where an orchestra was being performed was also designed in red. The only other color in the room was the black cloths of the guests and their sparkling jewelry. “Butcher!” A middle-aged man called, strutting towards us with a wine glass in hand. His hair was a light brown just like his eyes. He was a few inches shorter than Salvador but several inches taller than me. He gave off a playful carefree demeanor which was oddly scary and unsettling. “You usually don't attend things like this, I'm pleased to see you here.” He said.

A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried to meet me. My eyes swept over the rows of cars, all customized and the peak of luxury. I pointed to an orange-brown Pagani. “Give me the keys.” The butler’s face turned awkward. “It’s Lord Lachlan’s exclusive use. He’s never even ridden in it since it was bought.” My eyes settled on him, drilling into him, pheromones drifting out in a silent attack. “Give me the keys when I fucking tell you.” The butler swallowed and reached into the bag at his waist. I waited with cold eyes and a stone face. He offered me the key, his expression filled with resentment. Did I give a fuck? Hell no.