The Butler Novel Novels & Stories

Every detail and exquisite piece of decor looked like it had been plucked straight from a design magazine, but I knew better that this was just a glided cage. When I wandered into a side hall on the second floor, I spotted an elderly butler with grey hair and a tuxedo, meticulously polishing a massive grandfather clock. When he saw me enter, he immediately stopped and gave me a polite bow. "Ms. Reed." "You are?" "You may call me William Baker. I'm the butler of the Radcliffes," he said in a warm voice that carried the cadence of a classic Canverlian butler. "William Baker," I said with a nod. "Is there something wrong with Mr. Radcliffe in the head?"

Raven's pov Chapter 3 — The Butcher Himself The red silk clung to me like a secret I didn’t ask to keep. Every step I took echoed through the marble-floored corridor of the old manor, my heels sharp like gunshots. The Vitali estate was as pretentious as I expected,dark stone, velvet drapes, and chandeliers that looked like they’d seen more blood than light. Fitting. This was the domain of the man they called The Butcher.

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

she said and put a steak in her mouth. ~Morerti Mansion The butler knocked at Adrian's door and went in "Sir, I just noticed a leak in the account" he said "did you perhaps make any transaction?" He asked "I did" "Did you need something, you could've asked me to get it for you" he said "Not me" he looked up at him "they did" The Butler's eyes widened "Oh, I guess it wasn't a mistake then" he bowed slightly then left. Adrian's phone beeped, a picture from Ashley and the others at the restaurant

So I asked in a whisper, “Was he sad and lonely before?” The butler whispered back, “He was not that kind, he was kinda—distant, and ruthless.” “W-What?”

He was an anomaly for sure. “Well well, what do we have here? A peasant who happens to know of our works?” The white haired man said, crossing his arms and leaning back. The butler took a deep breath to calm himself. The man before him was menacing. “I’m h-here on b-behalf of my m-master.” the butler stuttered out. This caused the white haired man to chuckle. “Sit.” The man behind the desk ordered the butler. The butler hesitated before sitting before the white haired man.

"Go find Gemma, but don't let her know. Jethro is a very keen wolf, so don't involve too many people. He might sense something." The butler followed the order and replied, "Yes, do as you wish." The butler, leaving the room with a clear understanding, was a special person who served only those with the potential to lead the Susan family. Because of his exceptional ability to work and manipulate everything to his master's liking, and especially his loyalty, all the members of the family wanted him to serve them personally. It could be said that this butler, tall and thin with a frail appearance due to his age, was the treasure of the Susan family that everyone desired.

The butler's eyes almost popped out, he looked at the gentle expression of Asher and was speechless. Asher looked at the Butler calmly, and Said, "Meet my wife and son". The butler almost fell down in shock. He stared at the mini version of Asher and knew that he was telling the truth. So he put on a smile quickly and greeted, "Madam, and young master, welcome to your new home". He was grinning in happiness. Compared to that bitch Chloe, he preferred Kiara. Kiara raised her head up and smiled sweetly at the butler, the butler quickly covered his mouth in shock.

She had just placed her phone on the table when there was a knock on the door. She said, “Enter,” and a man in his forties stepped inside. He wore a black tailcoat and a hat, with a few strands of white hair on his head. He entered and bowed in front of her. “Good morning, Madam. I’m the butler of the Whitmore mansion. My name is William Smith, but please, you can call me Will, as the master does.”

He acknowledged her with a nod of his head and sat down in the empty chair that was reserved for him. Max hated comming to these things but as it was a work colleagues going away he needed to attend. As Max sat down he couldn't help but notice the beautiful lady that was staring at him for some familiar reason he felt that he knew her well but he didn't know from where as he looked at the menu he kept on thinking about her. His stomach was doing somersaults every time he looked at her.