Servant Butler Novels & Stories

I've heard of it; it's a type of animal that's common in the A****n forest. Zella nodded with slightly enlarged eyes. She didn't expect to get such a knowledgeable reaction from Lory, such an innocent woman, as seen from Lory's young-like face. It's just that when you work as a maid here, everyone is hit equally except Ruby, the woman who has been appointed as the butler and has a rank that is an honor where she is the butler. Ruby was in charge of the 18 servants, as mentioned in Christopher's description, such as the departing and staying servants.

“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.

Like that's true! Meanwhile, trouble was arising as they spoke. Butler Corren looked like a sensible, kind old man. He was a capable grand butler, working for the dukedom ever since he was a young man. In the past, Natalia thought he'd at least be cordial to her but he dropped her in a heartbeat. It was sad. "This is your butler, Wilbur. He will lead you to your room"

*** After they finished getting ready they went downstairs for breakfast, near the last step, a fifty-five-year-old woman was waiting for them. "Good morning, Young sir and Miss." She bowed her head. "I am Bik Mur, Miss. The butler of this house," she said politely when she saw Azkia's curious face. "Good morning, Bik Mur," Azkia replied kindly with a sweet smile of her own. Then Bik Mur escorted them to the dining room.

Worrying that Robert would hear the noises, he pondered if he should move Heather downstairs first. “Do any of you have medical knowledge?” the butler asked the servants as he didn’t dare to act recklessly. “I’ve learned some before, sir.” One of the servants who looked relatively young stood out. He didn’t strike out of the crowd as he had an average appearance. “Is it possible to move Miss Heather downstairs now?” the butler asked the servant. “Yes, but we have to be very careful,” the servant answered timidly. He was an honest man who wasn’t good at using high-sounding words.

Did he really have to keep everything a secret? The door opened after a moment and I noticed a butler, who immediately greeted us, " Good Morning, Sir!" He bowed his head a little at Tobias and turned towards me, " Good Morning, Madam!" His face was polite but expressionless, representing his professionalism. I smiled politely at him, nodding my head in acknowlegdment. People like him made things work in huge mansions like these and for that, I respected them alot, like ALOT!

“Well, guess the Lycan King has been redecorating.” The guard grunted, not even dignifying me with a response as he threw me at the feet of a man in a spotless suit and deadpan expression. The butler. “King Elias has assigned you as his personal servant,” the butler said, his voice flat and void of emotions. “You will report directly to me. Follow orders and don’t speak unless spoken to.” My insides curled, personal servant? Didn’t my brother-in-law tell them who I am? “You belong to the King now,” he said sharply, “You clean what he tells you to clean. You sleep when he allows you to and don't even bother running away. You wouldn't make it past ten feet before your legs are cut off.”

"These are the servants that was sent by the Crown Prince, they are all well-trained to fulfill all your needs." The Butler arrived earlier inside my chamber together with these unfamiliar servants, all of them were looking like a doll standing with no emotion on their faces. Isn't it funny? To see how Hades created these servants just for me? Well, it's not like I don't know his purpose, he sent these servants to guard me and to report everything I am doing to him. I tapped my fingers on the table, looking at them from head to their toes.

Only a fool would dare to mess with their master. The butler looked at them coldly as he answered. “She's not a disciple which your master accepted nor she's a servant. However, don't easily mess with her just because she's a human and looked like the weakest. I can't say anything for now yet.” Hearing this, I glanced at the butler and gave him a grateful smile as she softly said in a low tone. “Thank you.”

When the doors opened, it showed a fine-looking young man with a tray on hand— "Good afternoon, Milady. A letter has arrived from the House of Sokolov." This fine-looking young man is Nikos Silvestre, my butler. He has this dark emerald eyes that might hypnotize anyone who stares at it long enough, a roman nose, and pale pink smooth sharp lips. His hair a mossy green that complements his porcelain skin tone. He's from a family who succumbed to poverty when a great plague hit the whole kingdom. My family helped them and in return— they promised their loyalty to us. Thus, his family worked hard on learning how to become a great butler and it passed down from generation to generation and him. O