Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

Leaning forward, he crouched down in front of me and repeated, “Drop the act of innocence and do as I say if you want your husband and daughter to be safe.” His words made me laugh. Husband, he says? Did he even run a background check on me? Calling my brother my husband is embarrassing, but I’ll not destroy his imagination bubble and let him have the taste of his misunderstanding in the future. “Your butler…” Alex chuckled as his lips pulled up into a devilish grin, and I wanted to punch him in the face. “What did you do to Vincent?” I asked, grabbing him by the collar and jolting his body like noodles. Instead of replying, he was getting amused, which made me impatient. I got worried about

Leaning forward, he crouched down in front of me and repeated, “Drop the act of innocence and do as I say if you want your husband and daughter to be safe.” His words made me laugh. Husband, he says? Did he even run a background check on me? Calling my brother my husband is embarrassing, but I’ll not destroy his imagination bubble and let him have the taste of his misunderstanding in the future. “Your butler…” Alex chuckled as his lips pulled up into a devilish grin, and I wanted to punch him in the face. “What did you do to Vincent?” I asked, grabbing him by the collar and jolting his body like noodles. Instead of replying, he was getting amused, which made me impatient. I got worried about

he shouted at his wife. His wife kneeled and clutched his legs refusing to budge. "She is your only child, do you want her to die out there? Go and save her, damnit!" she screamed. Gilbert had had enough. He kicked his wife away and left the house fuming. It was better to spend the night at the office than listen to that crazy woman. ***** Vince was gently carried from the ambulance and taken to her room. According to Weister, she needed to take it easy and give her body time to recover. She had been through hell twice, her mental state was as battered as her body.

She also wanted to know what exactly happened, why Vincent became Diana's husband, and how he became Alston Smith's butler. Vincent Black, back then, was the son of the Smith family's old butler. He and Alston Smith were the same age. Although he was a servant, their bond was like that of brothers. Vincent was loyal and honest, and he was clever too. He helped Alston Smith a lot during his busiest times. But in the young man's heart, he always felt guilty towards Alston Smith because he had fallen in love with Diana Brown, Alston Smith's fiancée. For so many years, he silently stood by her side, like her knight.

The memory was a jagged shard in Chloe Bishop’s mind. She had been so close—just seconds away from unmasking the "Phantom"—when the world went black. The blow that had knocked her unconscious hadn’t come from a ghost; it had come from one of the estate’s elite guards, a man personally vetted and frequently used by Vince the butler.

He plopped onto the chair standing nearby, still laughing. "You got it so wrong, Margot," he finally said. His amusement disappeared as fast as it started. " It looks like you know my name," I pointed out. " Where are my manners? My name is Vincent. Vincent Blackwood, to be precise." My heart skipped a beat. " You are." All logical thought evaporated from my brain. " Connect the dots, girl." Vincent leaned back in his chair, staring at me. The word I dared not say kept popping into my mind.

After checking everything once again, he sets out to move to the Singh mansion now. When he reaches there, he rings the doorbell and it is opened by a maid. She asks about who he is, to which he tells her that he is here for the replacement of the butler here. By Mr. Black's grace, he has to be the butler since he has got something done to the prior butler causing him to resign from his position immediately. So, here is Dmitri, to take his place in the Singh mansion! The maid quickly ushers him in before calling Mrs. Singh out to the living room. And comes in a lady in her early forties wearing a beautiful saree! She takes a look at Dmitri before telling him to sit on the couch across from h

Steve laid out the details that we did have. “That guy is such a fuckin’ idiot. If he is doing what I think he might be doing, he is not working with the Romano family. He is working for some assholes who are going to try to use Tilly to blackmail the Romano family. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if it was Christoph and Oscar Blanchette. Shit.” Vincent motioned to one of the men behind him. The man approached and Vincent whispered to the man, who quickly turned and walked away. “That will take a few minutes. In the meantime, tell me what happened to Tilly.” Vincent crossed his armed in front of his chest.

For some reason, my mind went straight to Professor Hale. I opened my browser and typed: Vincent Hale. Search. I scrolled… and nothing. Well, almost nothing, just a few unrelated results. No pictures of my professor, no social media accounts, no articles, no embarrassing college photos, no gossip. Nothing useful. I frowned. “Very unpopular.” I searched again with Blackthorne College. Still nothing. I leaned back against my pillows. That was strange. Everyone at Blackthorne knew who Vincent Hale was. Students talked about him constantly, girls practically forgot how to breathe whenever he walked into a room, so how did the internet have almost nothing about him?

Z suddenly remembered something and added, "I asked some people in the Susan family, and I found out that Vin only served the Susan family's owners, not all of them." Jethro narrowed his eyes, "And Harvey is only on the inheritance list, not officially the head of the family." Z nodded, that was what he was pondering. The investigation revealed that this butler named Vin was not ordinary and was not just a simple butler. And Vin had been Harvey Susan's butler for nearly twenty years. Jethro pondered thoughtfully and then smiled eerily, "I understand now, find something 'better' within that family." "Yes, sir," Z respectfully bowed his head and accepted the order.