Zoldyck Butler Novels & Stories

He was already getting tired since yesterday. Women were a headache! Butler James came out with a suit and Vincenzo put it on. He was looking suave with the stylish cut of the expensive tux which had a touch of midnight blue sheen. Cut to precision yet bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, and the perfect face of a Greek god, Vincenzo brought out the perfect image of a stunning model. "Congratulations on your wedding, Young Master," Butler James said with a bow.

“I only saw it in the news earlier, and I hope she makes it out and lives a happy, fulfilling life. She has suffered so much at such a young age. Two accidents within a short time with the loss of a baby is just too much for anyone to bear.” The butler was upset and kept pouring out his heart, not knowing how sarcastic he was sounding and not knowing how it irked Ezrah from how much the middle-aged man had said. His fingers around the letter tightened even more. It seemed that Zora had managed to turn his butler against him. That man used to be loyal and humble, but now, he was retaliating against his young boss. “What has she been telling you?” Ezrah asked with a cocked brow, not showing an

A tall and skinny man walked in that room quick as if he was already around the room, his black tuxedo waved, a chain around his vest made him look like a modern butler, yet his wrinkly face and a glass with golden rim stamped his age on his face. He strode inside, his internal organs lurched at the scene, yet he covered his emotion as if he had to hide it obediently. His sharp gaze shifted to Mr. Dayholt, who seemed to be pleased at the scene while lighting a cigar. “William. Very fast. Take care of him,” a gust of smoke came off of his mouth, “Permanently.”

"We are the good guys here." "The question should be 'What are we?'" Zeke smirked. Sarah felt shivers run down her spine hearing that. James slowly walked out of the dented upside down vehicle, his suit stained and torn. "You just had to, ugh?!" James said. "This was my favorite collection. Bought it at a very expensive price in 1901. You just had to ruin it!" "He is so dead!" Zeke mumbled. "Ugh why?" Sarah asked, confused.

Lydia walked in, flanked closely by her parents, Silas and Beatrice. Lydia was dressed in a flashy designer coat, her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses, her fingers tightly clutching Charlie’s gold-embossed wallet and his black titanium Centurion card. She looked completely manic, her chest rising and falling as she waved the black card in the air like a weapon of mass destruction. Silas and Beatrice walked behind her, their faces dark, arrogant, and looking around the boutique with a greedy, parasitic hunger.

Some part of me just wants to forget this stupid problem and just run to him and kiss him and claim him as mine, but he hasn't made any move that he wants me here, and honestly, that hurt more. Thankfully, I have enough common sense not to wear the heirloom he gave me. I didn't want to freak anyone out today by parading that around. I wasn't wearing anything too fancy, just a nice light grey pantsuit with a long-sleeved white top and black heels. Ollie was wearing a black pantsuit matched with a crisp white top. We needed to look professional today, not only for Charwood but all the packs. If Ollie and I were going to be doing more of our duties to help our parents, we needed to make an exce

The Vandenberg family had treated Butler Leo with love, but because of his hunger for money. If Butler Leo knew he wasn’t willing to be a butler, he could have resigned. Immediately, suspicious feelings began to grow in everyone’s minds. They really had to investigate their butler and maids again. Upon hearing that he and his father had been nothing but pawns—a pawn used by his grandfather—Zan instantly lost his composure and plopped onto the chair, his mind running miles, his face losing color, and his energy seeming to drain more and more with each second that ticked.

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.

Hey, come over here," the butler ordered. I was in the middle of polishing the shoes when his voice made me flinch. "Coming, sir." I stood up, dusted off my skirt, and walked over. "How may I help, sir?" "The young Master sought your appearance. You'd better watch yourself and do what he asks," the butler warned, handing me a tray. "Y-Yes, sir. Understood, sir," I answered and took the tray. "Good girl." He patted my head and left. I gulped. Zane Voss was the heir of the Voss Family and the eldest son of the family head. He was always travelling abroad. The last time he had been back was years ago.

"So Mr. York Carden is aware as well?" "Of course," the butler responded, his gaze signaling a group to approach. "Ms. Lyon, I suggest you cooperate and avoid any unnecessary pain." Quinn immediately positioned himself protectively in front of Yaslyn. "What business does the Carden family have with Yaslyn apart from blood ties? It's as if you're detaining her. Has the Carden family ventured into the prison business?" The mocking tone brought a flush of embarrassment to the butler's face. He coughed lightly and retorted, "Young man from the Zachrich family, have you forgotten your manners? The Zachrich family is practically extinct, yet you still refuse to lower your head."