The Butler Novels & Stories

(Butler Bang) “Alright…then can you do the research for me about the quiz and the games?…I don’t want to be caught off guards as someone clueless on the show…” “Ohohoho~…don’t worry sir, these old man has seen a lot of variety shows and I can certainly predicted what is about to come up on the show…hohoho~..”.(Butler Bang) “Thanks…By the way…the breakfast and the coffee is lovely as always..”. “Then..I am happy to be of service as always sir…Then, I will head back to the mansion first…please do take care, sir…”. (Butler Bang)

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?"

the butler waved his hands, "I’ve never seen anything like what Una has. My whole life has been spent in this area. I've only traveled with the Benjamin on business trips. I’ve never seen anything grand like you have." Una: "…" Was the butler referring to her life? She had worked as a maid her entire life. She was lucky enough to accompany the Benjamin on a few trips, but never to see grand things like him. The butler was clearly mocking her. Una glared at him, "You old fool, you really have no insight." Lydia also coldly looked at the butler, arrogantly saying, "Bu

A man which seemed to be in his early 60's was standing by the door. Clara quickly arranged her hair and asked, "Are you Alex's dad?" The man laughed and waved his his hand. "I'm James the butler in this house" "Ohh"Clara exclaimed. "Breakfast is ready ma"The butler said and led Clara to the dining room.

Charlotte, learning from the old butler, looked at Leandro, "Leandro, who is this old gentleman?" "Butler." "Oh, a watchdog!" After she finished speaking, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide open, as if those words were not intentionally spoken. The old butler's face turned red, he could only look at Leandro, "What do you think, young master?" Leandro looked at the old butler, "So, you mean I can't go in, is that it?"

It was unmistakably British. "Welcome back to the Slade's estate." Slade estate? "My name is Mr. Wilson, the butler of the house." I knew it… he was a butler. I had that feeling. He gave a slight bow that carried an air of grace and nobility. I blinked, forgetting I'm supposed to say something. Ahh, Zerina, say something. Anything polite. "Umm, oh, good evening. Yes, I'm.. I'm Zerina Bradford."

"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.

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

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.”

complained to the dangerous man with golden glasses, his eyes never landed on me. I have never met this man in my life, masked or not. I’m sure of it. His aura is so strange to me. I just can’t believe that we are related by blood in any way. Right at this moment, Sebastian’s voice raise in the empty hallway, “Isn’t this the famous butler, Mr. Ethan Williams?” I knew that name. The media called him “The Butler” -- the right hand man of Johnny Vanderbilt, who is basically single handedly dealing with any and every business of the Vanderbilt empire.