Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

“No! I need to speak with him, butler, call him back! Call Alexander back!” The butler who had lost his patience brought out something from his side pocket and pressed on a red button. “Since you won't respect yourself, then I also won't respect you!” He said, then looked at Vivienne coldly as he spat his next words, “You’re not the madam of the mountain villa, don't be delusional! Our madam is sitting right here…” He bowed towards the silent Lauren who watched everything like she was watching a movie drama. Lauren was startled when all attention shifted back to her. She raised an eyebrow at the butler’s words. She won't deny that she felt satisfied with his words and actions.

Without a word, he climbed the stairs and disappeared into the upper floor. Cynthia blinked. A strange mixture of relief and disappointment settled inside her chest. Moments later, another man approached. He appeared to be in his late fifties, dressed in a dark suit. "Miss Hart." His voice was polite. Cynthia turned toward him. "My name is William Foster. I am the butler of Blackwood Estate." She offered a small smile. "Nice to meet you." "Please follow me." The butler picked up her small bag and led her toward a grand staircase. As they walked, Cynthia couldn't help noticing how enormous the mansion was.

Gina said, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “I don’t know much about that,” Mia admitted. “Maurice didn’t even want it at first. Dad had to convince him.” Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. The air shifted. Both women turned as Maurice entered, tall, sharp in his tailored suit, every line of him composed and commanding. The faint scent of his cologne followed him like confidence itself. Behind him trailed Martin, clutching a briefcase and wearing an expression that said he was already five steps behind.

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

Frowning and unable to hide the dark expression on his face, Mort shifted his gaze to the manor. "Give me 10 minutes," Mort ordered which Klauss just shrugged his shoulder. The Butler who escorted him out of the place looked like a statue standing outside his car. The Butler didn't go back inside until Mort's car leaves. That was one of the rules and policies of the Massoullèves family. A deafening silence dominates the car again.

She was shocked to know that he was a temporary entrepreneur as he slides the gate key and swiped it open. "Butler Emanuel? We have a human being over" Michel shouted and placed his hand on the sides of the table. Butler Emanuel came hurriedly and glanced at Erica first then on where Michel was standing.his hair was loose. He looked kind of old but with an average height dressed in black and white suit and white gloves. The room was completely wiped with white crystals everywhere. The Furniture was new. It took a lot of work to build a whole mansion. "Sir, I might not be polite but who is this?" Butler Emanuel said with a soft face.

He's wearing a black suit, his expression carefully blank, "Master Morris, welcome home. Dinner has been set on the table. Everyone is waiting for you. May I take your coat?" Morris glances at him, his expression cold, "Shouldn't you be asking my guest that first?" I see the flicker of irritation cross that impassive mask, and the butler nods, his voice just as serene, "Of course. My apologies, Miss. Maybe I take your coat?"

“Butler, this isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself.” “No, it’s not just the Old Master I failed—I failed the Second Young Master too. As the Voss family’s butler, I watched you both grow up. The Old Master entrusted you two to me so I could take care of you. But I didn’t even realize that the Second Young Master had depression. It’s my fault… I killed him…” The butler pounded his chest in grief. “What did you say? Matthias had depression?” Magnus was thunderstruck. Though they were brothers, their personalities couldn’t have been more different.

The atmosphere was a silent for a split of seconds as Sophie Mum had her eyes on Butler Andre who tag along which Sophie was quick in noticing and spoke to clarify the situation " This is Butler Andre, the family Butler of my Husband " this was probably the first time Sophie ever those set of words or said it proudly unfortunately Marcus was not here to listen in.

"Don't worry, I made a few arrangements about a place you'll sleep tonight. Tessa can't sleep there. You'll have to come back after we've left. He needs you, don't give up on him" "You should see how happy he is with her. He doesn't need me, not as much as he does need her" "Whatever, get in" he said taking the drivers seat. The butler was a very interesting man. When he said about nature rewarding me he was referring to himself. Behind the shadows he was the one looking out for Blake and I was just his mouthpiece. And that was because he owed Blake's oppressors his loyalty and he was taking a huge risk to look out for him.