The Butler Novel Novels & Stories

She was puzzled and looked at the butler in confusion, wondering what happened. “Butler, what’s going on? What are these people doing at our house? They don’t look very friendly either,” Sadie asked, puzzled by their appearance. The butler had never seen such a scene before and was already scared out of his wits. “This is what happened…” He told Sadie everything in a panic, clearly terrified by these people. Sadie laughed triumphantly after hearing the whole story. “I’m surprised that the news spread so quickly. I should thank my friends!”

"Why am I friends with a woman as stupid as you? Have you forgotten how you were just cornered by that man?" "But it has nothing to do with the butler. I think that he’s innocent." "Innocent? Only a fool like you would think he’s innocent." Zachary sneered. "Let me tell you, the butler is no innocent man. My friend is a Frenchman and is usually away, so he leaves his house and cars to the butler. The butler doesn’t know his place and often rents out several of my friend’s luxury cars to earn extra money. If you think that was bad, he’s gotten worse recently. He uses the luxury cars to do other businesses now."

He strolls in, grabs me by the waist, and hoists me off the man like I’m a misbehaving cat caught knocking over a wine glass. “Easy, tiger,” Hale drawls, thoroughly entertained. “That’s our butler.” I blink down at the man still sprawled on the floor, wheezing. “I was just buttering Mrs. Holt’s toast, sir.” The butler coughs and wipes blood from his lip. “With the butter knife. I think Mrs. Holt were under the wrong impression that I was trying to attack her.” I glance at the breakfast tray on the nightstand. Toast. Eggs. Coffee. And now, a broken man.

Outside the mansion is almost empty, and all that reach out into the shadowy darkness were the post lamp placed so methodically and evenly it made them seem more significant than they really were. Near one of these lamps, the oldest butler stood beneath. He has gray hair, his face has warped with deep wrinkles, and a pair of round rimmed spectacles perched on his nose. His snowy eyes stared into the nothingness, and they peered happily through the lenses. Today is a great day to celebrate the return of the master of the mansion. After looking at the sky and listening to the singing of the bullfrog which sound like loose strings on a banjo, the butler was about to go inside the mansion. How

"Don't worry, I made a few arrangements about a place you'll sleep tonight. Tessa can't sleep there. You'll have to come back after we've left. He needs you, don't give up on him" "You should see how happy he is with her. He doesn't need me, not as much as he does need her" "Whatever, get in" he said taking the drivers seat. The butler was a very interesting man. When he said about nature rewarding me he was referring to himself. Behind the shadows he was the one looking out for Blake and I was just his mouthpiece. And that was because he owed Blake's oppressors his loyalty and he was taking a huge risk to look out for him.

the man said "Butler? What's a butler?" He had never heard of such a name like that before. He was a boy who had lived all his life in a little town in the countryside of Cartmel, so the word was quite alien to him "Yes a butler who takes care of the house and everything within it" "Oh, so you are not my bodyguard? Too bad I would have let you play super heroes with me" the boy said sadly... "You don't have to worry, when I'm on my free time, we will play any game you want"

It was impossible but he couldn't stop the tremor of hope that ran through him. "Gimme." He tried not to make the excitement he felt overtake him. He had an image to keep after all. The butler was a tall slim blonde, clean shaven but the greys in his hair showed he was older than he looked. He was groomed neatly too, the well cut black suit he wore hugging his figure nicely. His pristine black shoes seemed to glow in the dark, and his facial expression gave away nothing. He walked gracefully towards Chelsea, a sense of elegance around him. Chelsea wanted to punch his face. He's never punched anybody in his entire life but he was willing to try.

“...You’re right…sorry about that, Butler Bang…Still is there anything bad that happened while I am away…..you could stop sweeping already…it’s fall season now..no matter how hard you sweep…these places will be filled with leaves anyway…why not just use a leaf blower for this kind of job…let’s head back to the mansion..” Now that I think about it, Butler Bang is just a normal old man. Despite his incredible talent for becoming a great butler, he is still a normal old man. Seeing him sweeping the seasoned leaves off the walkway pavements that were seemingly never lessened even a bit, I decided to confiscate the broom off his hand and make him follow me back to the mansion.

Shortly, they arrived safely at the Drake's mansion, the car was parked in the parking lot and Johnny Mudrock got down to open the door for the two women. Viola already clung to the Chairwoman's arm like they were very close, Butler Jameson who was happy that his master had regained his senses was very happy that he was running up and down, even George who knew everything from the beginning behaved crazily like Butler Jameson, he was dramatic. Even Evelyn who has been upset since the morning laughed happily looking at the people who were acting like a jester. Butler Jameson received a call that the Valentino's Chairwoman was at the door, he politely went to get them. Viola was aware of the B

he asked with a pleasing manner then Jostein smiled half. “As always… it is good and tiring.” He replied with a lousy voice and then his food is served hot and fresh. He smiled to him then seats beside of him, “the butler of Caleb resigned… He told me that he has a new butler from the Monteverde—“ Jostein looks to him sharply then slowly breath heavily. “Did I heard it right?!” he punches the table then stands up grasping some air. “Yes… I guess it is a low profile butler that cannot cause a harm for the silver void.” Replying with a confident voice—Jostein still chews his food but in a matter of seconds, his stress cannot make him finish it all.