Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

Maurice sat under the harsh overhead lights, the black mark covering half his face exposed in full view, making him look even more terrifying. "Two failures in a row? Walter, you've gotten sloppy." Walter trembled and immediately bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, sir. It was my negligence entirely!" While he was a terrifying figure to his own subordinates, in front of Maurice, head of the Driscoll family, Walter was as humble as a dog with its tail between its legs. The reason was simple. Maurice was not just the family head, but he was also a formidable powerhouse on the Titan List.

Zandro said rudely then entered the van and everyone became quiet and went inside as well. WHEN they arrived in Spain, Agatha's nervousness doubled. When they got off the plane, they found the two black limousines parked in front of them, and the mystical man wearing a black suit got out of the car. Agatha was surprised when he walked towards her and suddenly bowed "It's so nice to finally meet you, Your Grace. I'm Mauro Balcazar your appointed butler." Agatha was stunned because she couldn't believe she had a butler. "I have a b-butler?!" she asked in shock.

“What’s going on here, Malcolm? Are you giving the guards a hard time again?” The light glinted off a gold tooth as he grinned. Some guards chuckled, others shuffled around nervously. Malcolm straightened, a mix of respect and irritation in his tone. “Just testing the loyalty of our new recruit, father.” So this was Mr. Blackwood, the notorious drug baron who pulled the strings of this entire operation. His reputation preceded him. But seeing him in the flesh was a different experience altogether. He was a man accustomed to power, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make its presence known.

Illarion replied, pointing at Amanda with his chin. “Oh…,” muttered Andreas while looking down at Amanda. "Where do you want him to be placed? Dark cellar or corner room?” "In my room." “W-what? Are you serious, Your Highness?" asked Andreas convincingly. ‘She is Queen Minerva's family, your arch enemy’, her loyal bodyguard's gaze seemed to say that. "Do you doubt my answer, General?" Illarion asked back. "Where's the butler?" An old woman with rosy cheeks stepped before the Black Prince. "It’s me, Your Highness. You can call me Madam Croiz. I am in charge as the butler while you are not occupying this palace."

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

His hair was gelled and styled backward, and his impeccable stance looked like a finely carved sculpture ornamented with attitude and sophistication. "Welcome, Miss Kira." He spoke in an awful tone, his voice soft but deep. He was certainly not welcoming. He appeared displeased by my presence. He said plainly, maintaining that look, "My name is Gus, The Butler of the Monsorries." "Come with me, and I'll show you to your chambers." That was all he muttered before beginning to enter Mansion while still maintaining his hands crossed in the backward position. Is that all there is to it?

she mumbled. When Diana reached the ground floor, a butler appeared and spoke in a soft, well-mannered voice. "Good morning, Miss Diana. Your breakfast is ready, ma'am. Follow me." The man with a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows gently spoke, his Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sitting above an oaken jaw with a formal shoulder that was part of his hefty physique. The man turned around and didn't even let her respond, so she followed him instead. Walking, the man continued speaking, “You can call me Butler Raymond or Raymond—anything that suits you, ma’am. If you need anything else, just ring a bell to your side. Next to every naked statue of a woman adorning the wall, we have one i

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”