The Butler Novel Novels & Stories

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

He didn't even slow down. ‎ ‎He moved faster than my eyes could track. One second he was ten feet away; the next, he was in Vance’s face. ‎ ‎Vance fired. Bang. ‎ ‎The Butcher didn't flinch. He sidestepped the bullet with a supernatural grace, spinning past Vance’s guard. ‎ ‎With a movement almost too casual to be an attack, the Butcher swung his free hand. He backhanded Vance across the face. ‎ ‎The sound was like a gunshot, the crack of a neck breaking.

The butler smirked devilishly and said, “Since you don't like the food I asked the chefs to make, why don't you go to the kitchen and cook breakfast for yourself?” After saying that, he didn't wait for Claire's reply and immediately called the maids to clear the table. Jessica and Jeffrey were stunned. The butler really made up his mind to torture them early in the morning. Even Claire was stunned by the butler's reaction. At that moment, Claire felt the impulse to kill someone. The guts of the butler are on another level. Scarlett was fighting for control to come out and kill the butler once and for all. But Claire resisted her. She knew Scarlett will definitely turn the house upside down i

Bartholomew the Fourteenth. "It is my honor, sir," The butler said. "That it is during my service that you finally come home." Vladimir snorted. "May I take the missus to her room?" Bartholomew, the fourteenth, asked. "Don't go anywhere near the missus," Vladimir growled. The butler blanched and nodded. "I have prepared your quarters, and they are ready for you any time you're ready for them. Can I get you anything to drink, sir?"

Natalie asked her. "Ma'am Butler sent me to dust clean your room and I came back after dust cleaning your room," Jolie replied softly. "Did the Butler also order you to steal things from my room while you were dusting my room?" Hearing Natalie's question, the Butler was so shocked. He immediately looked at Jolly and asked, "Did you steal something from Mrs Center's room? How dare you enter the Center Mansion and steal things?" The Butler was very angry and regretted deeply in his heart thinking that he had hired a thief.

“I’ve never met you before. I don’t know you. You didn’t ask me anything… so I didn’t say anything.” There was a pause. Then, his tone softened—just a little. “I want to give you some information about where you’re going,” he said. “So listen carefully.” My heart began to race. “I am the butler of the house,” he continued. “And my master…” He hesitated briefly. “My master is a dog.” My breath caught. “He was cursed,” the butler added calmly, as if that explained everything. “And where we are heading is far from ordinary. If you want to make it out alive, you must learn to accept him the way he is… and love him regardless.”

All the characters in the books, except that small characters and passersby, are psychopaths! I snapped back to reality when I heard someone call my name, which made me look at the butler who was looking at me with worry. “Are you okay? You look pale." The butler stated and I let out a forced smile. “I'm okay,” I answered politely, but deep inside, I was cursing that psychopath villain in my heart. Seeing that the carriage has stopped, I glanced at the butler and asked, “we're here?” The butler politely smiled at me and nodded his head. “Yes, we're here.”

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

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.”

Celine said, “It that all ma'am?“ the butler asked, “yes, I want It hot" Celine said, " Okay ma, I won't disappoint you,” the butler said, and he left Charles and Celine In the living room, while Charles murmured, “this Is real temptation”. how could a beautiful matured girl be with me at home for days without touching her?“ he murmured, “What did you say?“ Celine asked, “it's nothing” Charles retorted,