Zoldyck Butler Novels & Stories

Zandro also doesn't know how it happened, they just flirted in front of him until the two admitted that they were lovers. "If you don't want to, just leave or go back to your office" Zyl exclaimed then squeezed Salem's cheek "Aww, my baby is so cute." Zandro frowned and seemed terrified by what he saw and heard "Ahh!!, So cringe." He complained then gently rubbed his skin because he had a goosebump. "At least I'm not in love with a woman who doesn't know that I exist," Zyl said suddenly when they saw the butler entering the mansion.

She smiled a little bit, and waved her hands up in the air. She gazed at the Butler, he was probably in his late forties, with strands of grey hair peeking out. His face was sharp, it was clear that he was among the general butlers of the Hart family, he would have gone through countless trainings just to get to where he was now. "I will escort you to your room, Young Madam Cindy." The butler felt proud of his words.

At this moment, more people came to present gifts, so Cyrus only exchanged a few more words with the old butler before leaving with Melanie and the assistant. "Is that the old butler of the York family?" Melanie asked. Cyrus nodded. "He has been working with Mr. York ever since he was in his teens. It’s been a lifetime..." "Master, I've always been curious. You said someone took an interest in me at the Fragrance Gathering and specially invited me to attend the centennial celebration. Could it be this butler?" Melanie asked again. Cyrus nodded again. "The old butler represents Mr. York. Are you wondering if Mr. York is of extraordinary status, and why would he pay attention to you?"

Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin. For several seconds, my brain completely failed to function. This couldn’t be him… The entire city talked about Zackary Walton. He was a sick old man hidden from society after that scandalous downfall. But that man in his early thirties looked powerful enough to destroy people with a single glance. His observant gaze moved over me, scanning me unapologetically. I clutched the fabric of my gown and stood up, my voice steady. “A-Are you Zackary Walton?”

When the doors opened, it showed a fine-looking young man with a tray on hand— "Good afternoon, Milady. A letter has arrived from the House of Sokolov." This fine-looking young man is Nikos Silvestre, my butler. He has this dark emerald eyes that might hypnotize anyone who stares at it long enough, a roman nose, and pale pink smooth sharp lips. His hair a mossy green that complements his porcelain skin tone. He's from a family who succumbed to poverty when a great plague hit the whole kingdom. My family helped them and in return— they promised their loyalty to us. Thus, his family worked hard on learning how to become a great butler and it passed down from generation to generation and him. O

The good, the bad, and the ugly. “We are here, sir,” Ken announced as he drove in. I took a good look at the surroundings as we entered. The scenery was beautiful and it felt like I was in heaven. Nicholas led the way in and I had a whole ‘crowd’ of people waiting for me. The household staff were lined up and waiting. The butler was a woman who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She had blonde hair and her wrinkly face made her look somewhat unforgettable. Lest I forget, her nose was as high as Cinderella’s heels. Wait, were Cinderella’s heels actually high? “You can call me Mama,” The butler introduced herself. I raised an eyebrow on hearing that. Was the butler trying to ma

A pair of polished black shoes stretched out first, followed by long, slender legs leading to a tall, commanding figure—a middle-aged man whose aura radiated nothing but power. Zeno Luther. His sharp features were accentuated by his black retro suit, which fit his built frame perfectly. Zeno reached for his black shades, removing them and handing them over to one of his men. His sharp brown eyes locked onto the building ahead, and with measured steps, he advanced. The grand doors swung open, and Zeno was greeted first by the butler, who seemed momentarily stunned by his presence. The household staff immediately bowed in respect, but he ignored them all.

47 am Mr. Z Walker [I won’t approve your leave. Not until your success on convince me to let you off] 11.47 am Read the next text and gasped. Did he use his power on me? I typed to reply to his text. Violet Hank [ Are you serious?] 11.50 am And then he replied. Mr. Z Walker [ I AM. You have all day so try your best!] 11.50 am He put the first word in bold and put his phone back when William came into the room with his guests. I saw the last text and then scratched my eyebrows. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, the butler spoke up, "Sir, I hope I can mention something that's been on my mind." Johann responded, "Go on." The butler said, "Abigail's husband is Xander, the CEO of Zane Corporation. He's among the world's wealthiest people. She's already well off; she doesn't need additional gifts." Johann replied, "It's not just about money. Even if Abigail benefits from Xander's wealth, people might think she's just depending on the Zane family. I want her to have something truly her own, to stand strong no matter what."

She seductively swayed her hips towards Solano, cameras are clicking already, "Huh? Zaddy?" For a minute, Solano almost forgot, he almost lost himself, "Oh Rittley baby...I" his hands almost reaching to caress her face, but someone interrupted, "Rittley?" They both turned to Harold Brandt, the man with whom Rittley had entered the premises. Her own sugar daddy. She faked a cunning smile towards him,