Novel & Cerita Maurice Black Butler

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

As they stood before the grand, imposing doors of the Palace, Butler Clark came before them, his presence as steady as the ancient stones of the building itself. Clark was the same age as Alpha Maceo, but unlike the Alpha, who retained a youthful vigor, the signs of aging were etched deeply into the butler's face, revealing his years of service and loyal duty. Moreover, the butler was not as athletically built, nor did he move with the same fluid grace as Maceo.

“Your type always are.” I couldn’t tell if she was referring to him being black or being a nerd. Both had been tarnished with that particular brush. But Maurice wasn’t your typical black guy, nor was he a regular nerd. He didn’t have a thing for women with big butts, and he wasn’t turned on by Carrie Fisher in a bikini (I have no idea what the fuck that’s about).

Lucian went perfectly still, his eyes dropping to my hand and then snapping back up to my face. "True," I whispered, leaning in close enough that the scent of his cedarwood cologne wrapped around me. I kept a polite, adoring smile on my lips, but my voice was pure, transactional ice. "But we'll put that aside for now. Right now, I'm going to help you solve your problem." I withdrew my hand and turned gracefully toward the door just as the chauffeur pulled it open. I stepped out into the crisp Hudson Valley air. Standing at the top of the sweeping stone steps was a tall, impeccably dressed older man with sharp features and silver hair. Mr. Hawthorne, the Blackwood family butler. His hands wer

Butler Qin said and west cleared her throat and asked: "How many butlers are there in this mansion and what are their names??" West asked as she was tired of hearing different names at a time. "There are six butlers in this mansion who go by the names, Maroon, Sawyer, Curtis, River,Alucard,And I,Qin" Butler Qin said and west nodded. 'It's remaining Butlers Alucard and River,I haven't seen ' West thought before following the man to change her gown. Few minutes later,the two was sitting in the car,One had a blank face while the other had a pained expression.

"Mauve? Did you say Mauve!?" His butler stepped forward, shaking his head. "Master, Mauve Scarlet is dead. You know that. It must be someone else." Alessandro’s eyes turned into blades. "I don’t care. I’m going to find out if that girl is Mauve or not."