Voice Actors For Black Butler Novels & Stories

“TCH. HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAR NOW BEFORE I KILL ALL OF YOU!!” Because Lucifer might actually kill me, I quickly went in front of the car door and bended my knee to help him walk. “Miss Angela.” Butler Sam called me when I was able to finally help him step out of the limo. “Butler Sam?” “Please, Take care of our Young Master.” “Please, Miss Angela.” All the men in black said in chorus. “I will ^__^” “HEY RETARD, STOP CHATTING WITH THOSE MORONS AND JUST HELP ME WALK NOW!”

the brunette mortal calmy orders, demolishing any fears that those sat in front of me were not of this world despite their appearance at first. “With much respect, Councillor Montanari, I won’t be leaving Willow’s side,” he asserts dominantly, clasping my hand tightly within his palm as he steps closer to my side. “Why do you always find the need to fight against us, boy? Your disobedience has become rather irritating as the years have gone on,” an unpleasant voice complains from the opposite side of the desk as he throws his hood back revealing an aged, hateful scowl. “Blackwood,” Elijah nods sarcastically as a humoured grin plays across his lips while he revels under the Councillors resent

The man greeted them with a strong and deep English-accented voice. “This is James. He is my butler and in charge of the welfare of the house” Luca introduced and Iris looked between both men in shock. She had only seen or heard of butlers in books and movies. She didn’t believe they existed in real life but here she was, standing in front of one with the most impeccable character, better than she had seen in movies and books.

I repeat my question a while ago again. I watched Butler Gjian as he nodded his head slightly when I mention male species, letting me see his tall nose, feminine eyes and flatteringly long eyelashes, if one will not look closely, they will mistake this strict butler to a feminine boy but thinking about it I shivered unconsciously. Ah! Gosh! I am off topic now. But realizing him nod a while ago to my mention of male species, my eyes widened in disbelief as I muttered a cry and say in a high pitch voice,

That was the only thing that would explain the grandeur of the room. “Who is it?”, Ashley said in a phony composed voice, trying desperately to make sure she didn’t look like she just had a mini-breakdown. “I’m ze butler madam”, a prim voice said in an accent that sounded heavily french. It would be the biggest cliche of all time if he happened to have a mustache and balding white head. She opened the door and lo and behold, he had balding white hair. Thankfully the mustache was nowhere to be found, Ashley wasn’t sure she would have kept her composure, she was that immature.

After a moment, he picked up the glass on the coffee table and beckoned the butler to come. The butler instantly brought the matte black machine over and placed it on the coffee table. “Hello, Kitty,” said the butler. The machine responded instantly, “May I help you, Uncle?” Its voice was gentle and cute, downright lovable. The butler then turned his gaze to Charmine. “Ms. Jordan, why don’t you give it a go?” Charmine’s gaze landed on the machine. “Hello, Kitty.” The machine answered, “May I help you, Mommy?”

Everest spoke quietly to his friend and alpha, “nothing about that sounds ridiculous. You gave up on your happiness for a war you do not understand, you deserve a few ridiculous moments.” Adam smiled, “I hear you.” He rose to retrieve his car keys from a drawer, “Get back to me if there’s any news. I have to go.” “Okay, say hi to her for me.” The call was cut off before he could swear at him. He rode the elevator from his bedroom to the garage. His stroll ended with a surprise to see his butler waiting for him by his jeep. Suited in all black , his aging pale face was pronounced with some sort of determination set on it. He was a impressively tall, skinny man. Almost as tall as Adam with his

his assistant said showing him falls of their company stock. “Call the hacking team and let them do their job” he angrily said for his assistant to do as told. At the willer mansion, grandma willer called the mansion phone which the butler picked. “The willer mansion” the butler said for grandma willer voice to sound. “Get the phone to my son” the old woman voice sounded for the butler to run towards his madam giving her the phone. “Hello” mrs willer asked for the old woman raging voice to sound.

His voice held a light, joking tone, but there was also an underlying command to it, as though the decision had already been made. The butler, pretending to be gruff and disgruntled, gave a half-hearted protest, muttering, "I’ll only take two weeks off," before retreating with a resigned air. Though his words were filled with mock irritation, there was a clear sense of unwillingness to compromise in his tone. Dean couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect for the butler. It was the first time he had seen someone so dedicated to their work, so unwilling to back down. Perhaps it was Chen’s charm that made those around him willing to make such sacrifices, even in these seemingly trivial moments

he spoke plainly, his short dark hair coat swaying back and forth by the push and pull of the wind, he looked powerful and dominant with the mere sight of his back alone. "Who is back master morbius?," the butler asked respectfully "A ghost from the past, Lilith the skinwalker,"