Servant Butler Novels & Stories

Cain grins. “I know. But, why do you possess my butler?” Cain asks. “Simple. Because he’s in your house and he’s a believer.” He says. Cain raises an eyebrow. “He’s a believer? I don’t know about that. And isn’t he able to hear us from inside?” Cain asks. Cain never knows if his butler is a believer. His butler has been serving his human parents for a long time. So, eventually he serves Cain as the young master.

“I’m not anyone special. I’m a servant.” “That’s the King’s order,” the maid said, bowed, and left. Still standing there, gaping, I didn’t notice a man step inside, followed by an older female servant. “Uhm…” The man cleared his throat, snapping me out of my haze. “I’m Edmund, the royal butler. I oversee the daily running of the palace. If you need anything at all during your stay here, don’t hesitate to inform me.” He then gestured toward the older woman beside him. “This is the royal designer. She’ll be responsible for your wardrobe.”

Otherwise, it would feel difficult to do daily activities; being accustomed to being served since childhood is difficult when one must be forced to be independent. "Is a butler not serving you? You should scold him severely, Duchess; after all, he is an ordinary worker, so it is improper to be insolent to a Duchess who must be served!" Terri angrily said that but couldn't do anything here because she was a newcomer.

Powerlessness gnaws at me. — Do you have someone to take care of you? — Yes, of course. A lovely young girl. Livia. I frown. — Livia? — A maid. She looks after me every day. She is discreet, devoted. A maid, then. I have never seen her. I imagine an elderly woman, worn out by work, like the old servants of the house. — Where is she? I ask. — She must be somewhere in the house. I nod, but my gaze remains fixed on her.

said king Charles . " As you ordered your majesty ! " said the butler . " Liam , follow me ! " said the king . Liam bowed and went with the king while the servants looked at the situation confused . " Butler , what is going on ?! " asked one of the servants . " We are just servants . It's not good to be a gossip person . " said the butler with a creepy smile and used his power to erase all of the servants' and guards' memories of the current situation .

Shaking Jacob’s thought out of my head once again because I know he would love that for me if he could see me. I made for the stairs as fast as possible to avoid anyone seeing me. I prayed to eat and get back to my room as fast as possible, it was pretty early so I didn’t expect anyone to be up yet. A middle-aged man who would pass for 45-50 years old was arranging the table and placing food in them. Good morning ma’am, I’m Samson but you can call me Sam ma’am. I am the butler and house keeper and you can call me when you need anything.

Even the smell is weird too. Before we could finally get to the door a butler approached me. I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He bowed for a moment and immediately looked up. "Good afternoon, Master Blake. I'm Allan Rota, I'm assigned to take you inside." I could feel the nervousness in him. I glanced at Felix behind me. Just like the previous days, he looks like a robot again. There was no emotion in his eyes. I face the butler again. "How many of them are there already?"

That man hates mistakes, so I shouldn't be surprise about this anymore. "Good morning, Nathalie!" I heard an old man's voice from behind me so I turned around to look for who it was and found the same man who I saw outside of the mansion when I first came here. "Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Mattia, the head of the butlers of this household. Shall anything that you need personally, you can always call me to assign a butler for you and have you be assisted." He bowed his head a little before facing me again. "Now, is there anything you might need that I can assist you with?"

an older woman with rounded curious eyes, came forward first. "I'm Jean, the cook," another middle-aged woman said. A very smiling guy, with snow white gray hair introduced himself, "I'm Hector, the butler. I'm her husband," pointing at Jean. "Sammy here, your pantry pretty boy," a jolly younger man, with blue hair, wearing a red lipstick. Everyone took turns to introduce themselves. Mica, Debbie, Charry, Dave, Arthur, Larry, and others. "The only missing here is Connor, the driver. He's on leave," Calliope informed me.