Vincent Black Butler Novels & Stories

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

He began, "I am aware all of you might be curious to know why I have gathered you all here on such short notice." Vincent walked to the middle of the platform, "That's because I would love to remind you all of the rewards of betraying the Black Saints - betraying me!" The gathering exploded in whispers. Vincent is a leader who is very passionate about his men and treats them as family. If one gets murdered he deploys a thousand for revenge, if you are foolish enough to betray him, even your next ten generations would never be able to survive his wrath! "SILENCE!" A gunshot into the air immediately created a quiet atmosphere.

If he didn't surrender now, she might just pierce his brain on a whim. "I'm Colton Doyle, the butler of the Dalton family. The head of the family sent me to fetch Nina!" After saying this, Colton bit his lip anxiously, only to realize he was unharmed. Colton incredulously touched his head, the worms seemingly didn't explode. Vincent proudly lifted his chin. "With my Mommy around, you won't die even if you want to." "Thank… thank you." Colton's smile was uglier than crying, realizing he had spilled the Dalton family's secrets.

I asked Vincent because he wasn't holding anything. “Ohh, I came here with my butler, he will be out soon" Vincent replied and I nodded my head. He even has a butler which proved that he owned his house and probably employed many workers. “Oh see, he is here" I turned my head to my right side and I seemed to stop breathing when I saw the man Vincent came to be his butler. “I didn't know you were already outside." The man said, showing his crook teeth as if to remember me and I took a step back in shock.

He just smiled. “Adrian Blackwood,” Vincent said, spreading his hands like an old friend welcoming company. “You found me after all.” Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He studied the man in front of him—creased shirt, eyes tired but alert, fingers twitching near the laptop. “I said I would,” Adrian replied quietly. Vincent chuckled. “And what now? You’ll drag me out of here? Parade me in front of your people like some kind of trophy?” “I don’t need trophies,” Adrian said, stepping closer. “I just need you to stop.”

I sat on the same sofa as Balthazar while Alex remained standing beside his desk. 'Where is Dante? I thought he would welcome me ... " asked Balthazar while crossing his legs. "Don't tell me he's avoiding me right now." To be honest, I was also thinking the same thing. It seems Vincent is hiding from Balthazar. "Ah, Vincent just returned from his Enforcer duties a few hours ago so he's resting at home" Evelyn replied. Balthazar turned to him with his skeptical gaze. "Ha ... He's resting at home ... "

“About what, sweetheart? Because I gotta tell you, our list of disasters is getting impressively long.” She ignored the sarcasm and turned to Alexander. “About Vincent Blackwell. About what really happened between you two.” His gaze flicked to hers, unreadable, assessing. A single beat of hesitation—then he exhaled and leaned back, his expression neutral. “You already know the basics.” “Not enough,” she pressed. Silence stretched between them, thick with an unspoken history. Then— Alexander’s fingers tapped against the leather armrest once. A single, measured movement. “Years ago, Vincent Blackwell was the most powerful man in our world. Ruthless. Calculated. Untouchable. He built an empire

I heard a voice and spun around to face a butler, who was now holding two glasses of champagne. ​“She wouldn’t have anything tonight,” Vincent spoke, and I watched him walk up to the butler with a smile. “She never does,” he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and I raised a brow before narrowing my eyes at him. ​“Guess you were wrong,” I sneered, reaching up to take a glass of champagne from the butler as he smiled. ​“How nice,” Vincent cooed, and I simply rolled my eyes before taking a sip out of my drink.

Queenie decided to go first meet Jessica before going to Glamour Entertainment. When she got outside, she met a man putting on a suit, patiently standing beside a black Bentley. When he saw Queenie, he walked up to her and bowed down a little. "Good morning, Mrs. Verlice. My name is Vincent and I was tasked to take you anywhere you wish to go. In other words, I'm your assigned driver." Queenie looked back at the car and nodded, but she had a complaint to make. "Why does it have to be such an eye-catching model?"

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.