Novel & Cerita The Butler

Now it felt like being annoying being here alone, when I had come here for Andre. I walked into the kitchen. The butler was at the counter, making tea. He did not startle when I came in. I could not remember his name. I did not care to learn it. He had worked for the DeLuca family longer than I had been alive. He looked up at me and gave a small nod. “Good morning, Ms. Carter.” There was no warmth in his voice. That was fine. I did not need him to be warm. “Where is Andre?" I asked.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. “We are here, sir,” Ken announced as he drove in. I took a good look at the surroundings as we entered. The scenery was beautiful and it felt like I was in heaven. Nicholas led the way in and I had a whole ‘crowd’ of people waiting for me. The household staff were lined up and waiting. The butler was a woman who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She had blonde hair and her wrinkly face made her look somewhat unforgettable. Lest I forget, her nose was as high as Cinderella’s heels. Wait, were Cinderella’s heels actually high? “You can call me Mama,” The butler introduced herself.

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.

the butler called out. Alexander turned as he glared at him, with his cold eyes pierced through the Butler's soul as If he understood what he wanted to say. The butler bowed his head in respect as he withdrew to his position. It happened so fast that Irene didn't even notice, she was busy magnifying the house and was simply awed by the wealth displayed in every item in the house.

The door opened, and I was met with a surprise. A tall, slender middle-aged man walked into the room, wheeling a tray covered in a tray cloth. He looked out of place in this foreboding castle, with his warm smile and polite demeanor. "Good day, Miss," he greeted me, his voice smooth and refined. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his politeness. "You're a human?" I stated, more than asked. The man smiled warmly at me. "Yes, I am. My name is Alfred, and I am the butler of this establishment. I am here to serve you your dinner," he said, his pride in his job evident in his tone.

“You have too much wealth. I should at least be useful.” He stares. Then, deadpan, “Do you even know what a butler does?” I smirk. “Yes. They open bottles, pour drinks, and close them right back for a very good pay.” He just blinks. Then, “You cannot have a half-brain and be a butler.” I gasp, clutching my chest. “You insult me.” “I state facts.” I scoff. “A half-brain, huh? Well, maybe your estate needs a half-brained butler.”

" Where is Butler Luke? I haven't seen him since Saturday night" Troy asked as he sat down at the dining table with Axel and Stephen having dinner. "Grandfather requested for him," Axel said answering his question. The Butler had left the house on Saturday night, as he was being requested for. Butler Luke was the loyal Butler of the Stuart family, he had been serving them for ages now. He was ordered to stay with Axel when all his family had left for Country D two years back, but he was suddenly called upon by the Old master on Saturday night.

home were mostly rich people and business associates of his father so they really never got fancied by the building because they had more than that. "Stop flattering me and come in," he said and chuckled. "Ooh alright" she said. Immediately they entered the mansion, both of them were greeted by the butlers who had been with them since they were kids. "Audrey my boy!" Butler Johnson shouted and screamed as he ran to hug his favorite child. "Mr Johnson, how are you?" he ran to hug him too. "I've told you to stop calling me Mr, I've stayed with your family long enough for you to stop referring me to as Mr" Butler Johnson chided. "You know I can never stop showin

I look around, and Teresa is gone. I hear her scream from the room next door. “Get away from me!” I look in front of me, there is a man, but it’s not Pablo or Juan. He licked his fingers. “Who are you?” I back up until I hit the wall. “No need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you unless you want me to.” “Who are you?” I asked again. “I am Mateo, I am the general of Zamora and your father’s right-hand man.”

Atticus is a ghost, he's not real. The room is almost pitch black save for the light coming from underneath the door. I still have to rely on my sense of touch to find the nearest wall. I don't have time to panic because I'm waving my hands in the air, hoping I don't trip over something. When I touch what feels like the frame of the door, my hands scan anxiously for the knob. Once it's open, I can see a little better through the dim light of the stained glass window. I cautiously peak my head into the hallway and from the looks of it, Atticus isn't here. The entire house is back to being old and abandoned.