Servant Butler Novels & Stories

While in the center, in front of it is a butler who will check the emblems of those who want to enter. The butler was dressed in a professional black suits and tie, the same with the other. He was tall, thin and looks to be in his late forties, but cannot be underestimated as his eyes revealed sharpness that normal people does not have. It can be said that their regular staffs isn't your normal and common people out there, I'm surprised that I can even detect a spirit force in him. 'There really are masters everywhere.' "Good evening Miss." The butler put on an appropriate and standard smile as he said those simple words, as I can remember, the butler that let me passed in the past said the

Because I can tell that they're uncomfortable and distracted by my presence, I do not spend too much time there but go to find the butler, Miguel. Although he is initially unwilling to converse with me like an equal, he soon lets down his guard and tells me a little about himself. He is French and comes from a line of high ranking butlers. His pride makes me laugh and he shows me how to curtsy before leaving me to attend to more pressing matters. By noon, I have met all the servants. I know all of their names. I know how many children Kathryn, the housekeeper has, and I know that the gardener's wife suffers from arthritis.

For someone who relied on pills after suffering complications of my lower body surgery, I can say I’m sick of pills, because of that, it’s either to be or not to be now. “...I’ve worked hard.” For a moment there, I could see Taylor’s eyes glinted before returning back to his usual color. “Yes... That’s why I too, will serve you until the end.” The old butler said. I smiled to him as a response. Really, what did I do to deserve a butler like him?

Since the man rarely spoke, that did imply he treasured his words. 'If that's the case, he will tell me about everything, right?' Once the wheelchair was pushed inside the mansion, a butler greeted them by bowing. Seeing a real-life butler managed to bring a brightness to her eyes. "This is Butler Min. If you need anything, just call for him," Hyunjin stated. Butler Min appeared to be in his fifties and wore a stoic expression on his face. She wasn't even able to guess whether or man was fond of her.

This could easily lead to sabotage. "Oh, just call me Cattleya," I said with a smile. "That's my name.” And I have to gain this butler's trust to use him in the long run. "My name is Thad," he said, shaking hands with me. "Just call me Butler Thad, Miss Cattleya." Then he walked to the doorway and glanced at me. "If you need anything, just push the red button near to your table. I'll be glad to serve you, Miss Cattleya."

Outside of the car, I immediately feel the weight of many eyes pushing down on me, watching me from all directions. A stairwell leads up to the main entrance of the estate. A butler in a tuxedo waits for us at the top of the stair. He’s a man in his thirties, with wide shoulders and thick muscle. He looks more like he trained for the military than dedicated his life to service. From the feel of how Caleb tenses, I imagine I’m closer to the mark there than I want to be. “I will lead you to the sitting room where Lady Gladys is waiting,” the butler says, without introduction or welcome. As a servant, I had been trained on the basics of servitude, and introductions and welcomes are a big part o

THE footman swung the heavy wooden door open, revealing the dimly lit study room. Stepping inside, the butler followed closely behind, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that covered the floor. “My Lord,” the butler greeted respectfully and bowed. “Seifi.” Aleister’s piercing gaze fixed upon his servant. He was a favorite, a thirty-year-old soldier that died in a hospital ward that he’d resurrected just recently. The butler then approached his master, who sat behind an intricately carved mahogany desk.

The butler, in exchange, had looked at Victor for a moment, and even though he couldn't see, Victor seemed to know what was happening around him. "We will reward you greatly for your aid," Stanley said. His presence alone didn't scare Jane, but beside Victor? He was the servant who acted on the devil's behalf. His action was no less terrifying. "As a bonus you will be rewarded forty silv-" "Stanley," Victor cut the butler off before he could continue. The older butler, often cut off before he could finish his words, didn't take offense at this. He looked at Victor with a neutral look on his face.

I couldn't afford to make another mistake. What had he done wrong? When would I ever get it right? "Master, I cannot bear to see you beg like this, please rise." "No, you can bear it. As long as you help me, I'll do anything you ask, anything you want, I'll give it to you." "Master, I don't need anything. As the butler of the Lucas family, fulfilling the master's orders is my duty." "No, you're not just a butler, you're my benefactor, the benefactor of this useless person."

It doesn't seem as if they were humans or servants as their skin glitters and as well,it smoother than usual. They were just too much, very extra ordinary. West gazed at the back of butler Sawyer in amazement,he looked like he was in his early 50s with his hair that was long and tied with a red Ribbon. His back straight as his both hands were joined together at the back as he walked in a composed manner. He was filled with all etiquettes. "Madam, here is your room! If you need any services from the Other butlers and maids,please call us through the telecom in your room! I beg to take my leave now!" Butler Sawyer said in a roll as he bowed and was about to take his leave.