Maurice Black Butler Novels & Stories

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

Sitting on a black leather swivel chair, legs crossed and hands rested on the fluffy armrest, Marco adjusted his blue tuxedo, slicking back his now white hair with gel, giving him a smooth and suave appearance. His eyes flew open as the door swung open, revealing the robotic butler, now dressed in a boyish style, his shaggy blond hair adding to his charm.

HAHAHA After having that morning joke show in the dining hall, I asked to Lucy to get me some extra food in the Kitchen and my excuse was that I was still hungry. She sighed and told me that I always eat too much. Well, that is true. Now, to find Mr. Ambroise. He's the mansion's Head Butler, Ambroise Vincent. The Vincent family are a part of the Valler organization for three generations now, and they usually become the Valler Head's Butler. Mr. Ambroise is very composed yet kind, he's been with in our Household ever since he took over his Father's job and he took good care of us. Me and Brother, us both.

“You’re the great Mike Kensington, remember?” “Well, thanks for the compliment.” Mike shrugged. “But, Theo… can we go back?” “Too late.” A middle-aged man approached us at the parking lot. From the black suit uniform he wore, one didn’t need to point him out as the Butler. “Mr. Wellington, we’ve been expecting you. Welcome to the Bellingtons Household.” The Butler courtsied, leading the way. Mr. Kensington has probably told them about our meeting in advance. Mike looked more nervous as we followed the Butler. I almost pitied the guy.

Something told me she was happy, she was with someone and I shouldn't interfere. I always kept females at an arm's length, I never let anyone get too close. I didn't date and I very rarely even kissed. I couldn't go forever with this fear, it was time to face it ... I had to know. … “Sir, Robert Black is here for you,” the butler said, standing in the doorway to the library. “Yes, send him right in,” I said, anxious. “What’s that all about? Since when does Robert make house calls? That fucker never leaves his house,” Mickey asked, raising his eyebrow.

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.

Was he not happy with the peperformance? “That was fine”, Mr Black spoke up, he pulled his two hands forward, resting them on the table, She took a deep breath. “But I wasn’t impressed”. His hands which covered in with black gloves fell on the table with a bang, startling Grace who shifted on her feet, The rest of the panel made no effort to speak , they speculated, not uttering a word.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

Mr Martins looked strangely at him and asked, "Who?" Butler Bruce scratched his head and replied, "It's… Sir, please don't be angry with me." Mr Martins looked at him and said, "I promise I am not going to be angry." Butler Bruce looked at his boss and said, "Sir, please don't go back on your word. May I date Miss Walker?" Mr Martins laughed out loud and replied, "You are a good man, Bruce. Go ahead and I give you my blessing." Butler Bruce heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Sir. I promise I will treat her as a queen." Mr Martins nodded his head and replied, "I trust you that you will never hurt my aunt." Then Bruce left and went to his villa.