Novel & Cerita Maurice Black Butler

After all, nothing was worth getting ruined by a Blackwood if they wanted to. Marcus, caught off guard by the abrupt order, started to protest, but the butler and security guard grabbed him and forced him out of the house.

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler of about 25 or 27 years old, elegantly dressed in his traditional black tuxedo. His hair was completely navy blue, slicked back giving him a boyish look. His back was strong like a steel sword. His face possessed a calm and solemn appearance, which made him have a gentle aura, but his eyes were sharp like those of a wolf after his prey. Following behind the butler and flanking the hall, were five maids and three other butlers, each with a distinctive style. The first maid did not have an apron on her uniform, instead she had a beautiful black chalet with long sleeves with buttons, around her neck was a green scarf, her face was stoic and

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Butler spoke "Trying to keep me safe, it doesn't seem like that' Michel mumbled under her breath as he remembered the cold and aloof father from a while ago. "Okay, but do I get to drive that?" Michel Jerked all the useless thoughts out of his mind and asked the butler his most awaited question. "What?" the butler was confused for a second but when he traced Michel's gaze he answered quickly " Oh yes sure, it belongs to you so why not" Michel extended his hand towards the butler on which he was surprised again. "What?" (Butler) "The keys. Do you want me to poke it until it starts?" (Michel)

It was impossible but he couldn't stop the tremor of hope that ran through him. "Gimme." He tried not to make the excitement he felt overtake him. He had an image to keep after all. The butler was a tall slim blonde, clean shaven but the greys in his hair showed he was older than he looked. He was groomed neatly too, the well cut black suit he wore hugging his figure nicely. His pristine black shoes seemed to glow in the dark, and his facial expression gave away nothing. He walked gracefully towards Chelsea, a sense of elegance around him. Chelsea wanted to punch his face. He's never punched anybody in his entire life but he was willing to try.

Back in the 1970s, he and Mauritius used to be Marcus' saviors against the bullies, as they pitied how weak Marcus was. At that time, Marcus was thankful to them. He could still remember the smile of gratitude and laughter he made whenever they needed to save him. ~Seems like I owe you again Quillion~ Those are the words Marcus used to say to him. As Quillion remembers it now, he felt a pang of guilt and a surge of regret. "Marcus is the Headmaster of the Black Order... The person that ordered to kill my Samara." He uttered as his sight turned wolfish. A hot flash of burning anger seethed through him. He closes his eyes, calming himself. He didn't want to get his son worried.

After checking everything once again, he sets out to move to the Singh mansion now. When he reaches there, he rings the doorbell and it is opened by a maid. She asks about who he is, to which he tells her that he is here for the replacement of the butler here. By Mr. Black's grace, he has to be the butler since he has got something done to the prior butler causing him to resign from his position immediately. So, here is Dmitri, to take his place in the Singh mansion! The maid quickly ushers him in before calling Mrs. Singh out to the living room. And comes in a lady in her early forties wearing a beautiful saree! She takes a look at Dmitri before telling him to sit on the couch across from h

Butler Thomas swallowed hard as he didn’t know how to respond As he was about to say something, he heard Hazel speak “I am sir Alex newly assigned personal maid sir” she immediately said bowing her head for butler Thomas to swallow his words as they got stuck in his throat making him open his eyes wide while Kayla and Gerald frowned……..