Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

As soon as Roger answered his phone a loud roar of Mr. Ricardo the butler of the Woods family as he can't supressed his anger towards him. "Hiw dare you "Roger Reaganns" do you know who am I? I'm Ricardo Maslow the infamous butler of Woods family! How dare you threatened my Young Lord? Are you tired of living? Just tell me I will give you a swift death as soon as posible!" The old butler was enraged. When he received a phone call from his Young lord that there was someone dared threatened his life. He began to excude a murderous aura.

A man wearing a gray uniform with a high collar and a shiny bald head gave me a polite smile. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm George Dewes, Mr. Mason's butler. He asked me to help you. I felt my mouth drop open. Did the guy really have a butler? For heaven's sake! What kind of world did these rich people live in? Certainly a much more classic one than mine. George kept looking at me and I realized that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Then my spirit returned to my body and I tried to answer him:

“So…whenever they have fun….everyone else suffers, Huh…”. “Yes, Sir….it is…..hard..”.(Head Butler Gerard) Gerard hung his head down, downcast and sadden by his memories. Clearly that previous lord is a bonafide scumbag. If your own butler that has been serving you for generations despise you, then it was already a game over for you.

So it must be them. Danice raised her brow. “Did you see it with their own eyes that the butler is with them?” “…That…I don’t think so.” “Can you describe what the butler looked like?” “We only met twice. All I remember is that he was tall and had black hair.” Danice frowned. Most butlers were tall with black hair. That description was useless. She pressed him with more questions, but nothing valuable came out. Finally, she dismissed them. “Bring the phone next time,” Danice ordered.

The middle-aged butler wore an all-black suit and a stern expression. Georg Schuster had a tall, lean build and a military bearing, with a straight back and a firm jawline. His hair was short and neatly trimmed, and he had a well-groomed moustache. The most amazing thing was, he managed to clear the table, serve the coffee, and then vanish into the darkness without having uttered a single word. Even his footsteps were soundless, like a cat.

"Who are you? Where am I?" The butler, Mr John who had been standing nearby watching the girl closely, stepped forward his eyes gleaming with respect as he spoke. "You're in house of the prestigious Blackwood family, miss". Emilia's head spun, and she held it slightly. Why did the name sound familiar? She thought back to the man she saved, could it be him? Just as she was about to ask questions, Marcus Blackwood himself walked into the room, his presence commanding attention. Two maids carrying gold trays trailed closely behind. Mr. John bowed his head, "Sir, I didn't expect you to trouble yourself." Marcus expression was stoic, "Do I your need permission to enter a room in my house, John."

"But if I may ask my Majesty Aiden, you are against the kidnapping of children for slaves and sales of slaves for maltreatment, so why give the orders to make a slave trade so quickly, especially from that age range, is anything bothering you my royal highness" He turned towards him and he saw the fear that flashed in the Butler's eyes, he was still his Butler and had been a faithful servant, he had been his direct messenger for almost a century, due to his blood which does not belong to the pure-blooded werewolves, he seems to age quickly.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

This man had this strange pale white hair, the hair dropped to his shoulders while the top bunch of the locks were tied by a black knot very neatly. His eyes were just as slim and sharp as cat's, if not even sharper, and just underneath his dark maroon eyes was a thin stain of bright red well drawn closest to his lower eyelashes. He was wearing a black tailcoat, and slim printed trousers, and his hands were placed behind his back. He smiled at the scene. "Good evening everyone, you can call me Marcel Du Martel, I am a butler at the Rousseau Villa, and unfortunately your good friend Gentry has stolen something valuable before his demise."

"Sarah, why don't you go say ur byes byes and pick up your belongings. Don't let us delay this fine gentleman. No?" Sarah nodded in response, leaving them behind. A few minutes passed, yet Sarah was yet to come out "Sorry to ask, who are you to the Ragon family?" Linda asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "A Butler." James replied. Linda was surprised. A Butler wasn't really important nowadays, but yet the fact that a Butler was sent to pick Sarah up meant two things. Either Sarah wasn't of much importance to them, or the Butler was some kind of high post within the Ragon family.