Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

He stood up from his wheelchair, despite his legs hurting, walked slowly to Arthur, and said quietly, so only Arthur and I could hear, "Arthur Vance, my wife anticipated your $200K bribe and arrived with a stronger offer backed by my 120 ports because she is smarter than you. You lost because you are cheap, not because she seduced anyone. And if you ever shout at my wife again in public, I will break your other hands. The ones Vincent hasn't broken yet." Arthur stepped back, tripped over his chair, fell on the floor, in front of everyone, his gloves coming off, showing his scarred, broken hands that never healed. Vincent Sterling looked at him on the floor, looked at me and Julian holding ha

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

** Brad ** Banishment Mrs. Stephens is walking the perimeter of the room, repeating her words as she tips the vile, allowing the black water to drop on the floor. Without warning, what sounds like hundreds of voices fill up the room, making it impossible to hear, while millions of black, dust-like specs swirl around the room.

"The Romano men have a habit of letting women destroy them." I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk as I tried to hide my trembling hands. "This isn't just business for you, is it?” I asked. “This war with the Romanos, it's personal for you.” Vincent's lips turned up into a cold smile. "Indeed, it’s very personal." He moved to the bar in the corner and poured himself a drink. "For me, it's not just about crushing Dante's organization. I want him to watch everything he and his family built crumble completely before I finally kill him."

Naturally, everyone except for him saved their faces. "Well, it won't be long before I can get back at Catelyn and the rest." Vincent smirked as he was at the cusp of enacting the plan he brewed for years. "Your new mech has arrived in the courtyard." Johnson informed him after a few minutes passed. "Shall we meet with Mrs. Bollinger?" "Yes, let's finalize this transaction." When Vincent and Johnson stepped out of the doors of the opulent mansion, they resumed their typical appearances. Vincent stumbled forward like he had not yet recovered from a wild night of partying, while Johnson acted as the dutiful servant who ignored everything that did not concern his young master's immediate needs.

Quickly the door opened, the Butler ran into the office, a huge glass jug was on his hands. "One more seconds of lateness is enough for me to drink your blood and bury you six feet under my feet." Blade said, quickly collecting the jug, the Butler yelped with fear, quickly standing ten feet away from the king. Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human.

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

Martin abruptly stopped and watched her. From that peeping incident night incident, Mr. Martin started to admire the family's Lady Butler. He also began thinking about her, lusting her in her mind. He felt special feelings for her. He wanted to be with her at nights when he stayed late going to bed, making reasons to be with her near the pool. going swimming at night just to make her stay with him for a while and have a chat. he never had a worry about this matter with his wife as her wife always goes to their bedroom at seven-thirty at night. She didn't mind at all what his husband was up to whenever he was at home, came late or early or drunk or what because it was given to lady butler

he said without turning around. Vincent stood near the conference table, a tablet in one hand and the particular expression of a man who had been failing at something he'd never failed at before carved into his face. Vincent Moretti had been his father's right hand before he became Antonio's, and in thirty years of navigating the kind of business that didn't get discussed in boardrooms, he had never come up empty for this long.

“A month before you were released. By then, her condition had worsened. She walked to the gates of the estate and forgot why she was there. The butler asked who she was looking for. She thought for a long time and then said a man named Vincent. When the butler told her you hadn’t been released yet, she just nodded and turned to leave. “The butler tried to walk her out, but she said no. She stood there for a long time, just looking at the house. Then, she took out her diary and wrote something before she left. Later, the butler found a page she had dropped. It read: Vincent’s house. Remember it.” Rain slid down the study window in thin, uneven lines. Vito turned his wheelchair and opened a dr