Servant Butler Novels & Stories

I’ve grown used to it, but it can be tiresome at times. “He said life is simpler when you serve. Do you remember?” Was he still there? Listening to us? I was so sure he was gone. Maybe Kahn told him about it afterwards. “How did you know that?” The butler just smiles. “I am your loyal servant. It’s my business to know.” “Oh-kay.” “Luna, I choose to serve. Life is simpler. This is what I want to do. I don’t want to be a leader. It’s hard. Most people want to sit on the throne, be the king. I’m not most people.”

I swear I will drag you by the hair, bring you here, and give you the beating of a lifetime if you continue to pity them. Hearing her throat, I was thoroughly cowed, but she made it sound so easy, and it wasn't like I pitied them exactly. I never really interacted with the servants outside of the bare minimum, so I couldn't remember much about them. I couldn't even name a single servant or knight that lived there, despite how long I had been there. Even the butler was just a butler to me. I couldn't even remember if he had introduced himself to me or not.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

His eyes settled on me. “I’ll be in the office for a while. Butler Charles will show you around,” he said. I only nodded, avoiding his gaze. Moments later, he turned and left. Butler Charles straightened again as he turned to me, keeping his posture polite and humble. “Madam, it’s truly nice to meet you. I’m Butler Charles, and this is Martha, the housekeeper of this mansion,” he introduced them. The housekeeper gave me only the faintest nod before she finally spoke.

And I need to get away before I lose my mind. "I'm only doing my job," he replies coolly. "Excuse me." He walks away. I roll my eyes as I watch him. Can't he just say 'Thanks" instead? "I'm just doing my job," I mimic his voice, laughing to myself. He's a piece of work. Butler Lucas returns from wherever he'd been hiding. "Breakfast is served in the dining room, my dear," he says in his worldly manners. Medium height, average body, with snow-like hair, Butler Lucas is my most loyal employee. The old man has been all over the fancy cities of the world, and Paris is where I stole him.

' Are what she really wants to confess but considering the unfulfilled request, Ava kneeled her heart. "It's okay if...me..." Robert stops her as he ringed the small bell indicate to calls in a servant. The main butler of lilacs enters the room with faithful manners. He has been serving for three generations starting from his young age. Every small servant in the house always respected this amazing figure and he is also one of the most trustworthy people out of the whole household.

Dominic Rinaldi's gaze then shifted to his butler, his voice dripping with frustration. "Kill that idiot immediately. I won't tolerate such breaches of trust in my own home." "Yes, master." Adam, the butler, nodded in agreement, fully understanding the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, in the grand halls of Sergio Rinaldi mansion, fury consumed him. His face flushed with anger, he shouted, "Who does he think he is, making me his right hand? I'm supposed to be at the top!"

I was stopped by Hector— Looking like he was dying to let me in on a secret but he couldn't exactly give me a friendly smile or pat on the back around all the other servants timidly watching and listening. "I have been summoned to look for you." Hector said courteously, his head held high and his accent most distinct. We walked up the stairs. I followed behind him because walking beside him would make us acquainted to each other. Butlers had a better position than slaves. You would consider them middle class. They were white but poor. That is the only difference between them, the extravagant and us. Once we were in a little corner, he snickered to himself.

"You don't think because of the old man's will that you can do whatever you want. Your status is just a servant, a slave, nothing more, nothing less." "I'm ragged, but at least I know human love and friendship." "You dare mock me?" He was angry, his face also turned red. If it weren't for that will, with all the papers this bastard was holding, he would have killed this bastard a long time ago. As a servant, he wanted to climb on top of him five times seven times. "I wouldn't dare!" "You, fuck!" "I'm not as respectful as obeying orders, hello brother." Wool The butler took his coat and casually turned to leave. He does not need to chase, you will also automatically leave because if you stay

He bows again as Dante and Serena make their way inside first and I follow behind like a trustworthy sidekick. The butler lifts his head when it was my turn to come in and I almost find it insulting until he speaks. “Uh—Miss . . . ?” I turn to him before looking back at the two continue on inside as the maids assist them. It looks to me that Dante, especially, is enjoying this treatment. Yeah, right. You used to cook something for me in a human apartment, douchebag.