Zoldyck Butler Novels & Stories

"Sir!" The old butler wanted to pinch Amor's pulse, but he was kicked by Whale and quickly aimed the gun in his hand at the old butler's head. "Butler, I've never known how loyal you are to the Laurent family. Why don't you give me a chance to verify it?" Zion said lightly, his slender fingers lightly tapping on the armrest. For some reason, it made one's heart tighten. The old butler had lived for so many years. When he saw Zion like this, he quickly said, "The account book, I know where it is. I can even be a witness. As long as Mr. Ye can protect me."

“Miss Evelyn,” Zayn's butler came to get her. She was still in the garden and only realized then, that it was nightfall already. That was how immersed she was in her thoughts. “I think you should go in now, dinner would be served soon, you refused to have anything for lunch,” he told. “Don't worry, I'll take part in dinner.” She needed to speak with Zayn after all, “Is Zayn back?” “No, master Zayn is not back yet. But I'm sure he'd be home soon to join you for dinner,” the butler smiled at her. She returned the smile, he really had a warm presence. He was an omega Lycan.

"My ears are incredibly sorry. My watch did not receive a single order from the masters regarding an outside healer. Your boots shall not cross this stone line." The butler's defensive reaction is completely within Yandel's expectation. He already knew that zero wolves inside the Watsons house carried a good spirit, as every single one of them wanted Max to rot so they could grab the throne. However, my hidden fur is waiting in the brush for him to cause a scene. Wasting no time, his long arm swings out like a flash and throws a massive, heavy punch straight onto the butler’s nose. Smack! The butler lets out a painful wail, his paws covering his leaking face. "Why did your fists hit my guard

An older, notoriously arrogant man named Alistair Vance, stepped forward. Alistair was legendary in the Manhattan elite circles for his rigid, uncompromising commitment to traditional, old-money luxury. He wore an eccentric velvet blazer and held a digital stylus like a weapon, his expressions dripping with a subtle, condescending superiority as he looked at Lydia. To Alistair, Lydia was simply another wealthy, young trophy wife of a Wall Street titan—a woman who had likely married into money and was now playing dress-up with an architectural budget she didn't truly understand.

Vincent snorted, "Bad Daddy has always been so unreliable. Mommy, let's just dump him and live with Baby, leaving Bad Daddy to fend for himself with Pranky!" Since they already had Zoey, Bad Daddy was no longer valuable. As for Pranky, he was just a bonus, best left with Bad Daddy. As Larissa and Vincent walked on, she mused, "Colton said he would find me four handsome and charming personal butlers who can sing, dance, tell jokes, and be attentive. I'm a little tempted..." The thought of four handsome men circling her was a delight she hadn't yet experienced. Imagining the scene, Larissa revealed a lewd smile.

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

As soon as Roger answered his phone a loud roar of Mr. Ricardo the butler of the Woods family as he can't supressed his anger towards him. "Hiw dare you "Roger Reaganns" do you know who am I? I'm Ricardo Maslow the infamous butler of Woods family! How dare you threatened my Young Lord? Are you tired of living? Just tell me I will give you a swift death as soon as posible!" The old butler was enraged. When he received a phone call from his Young lord that there was someone dared threatened his life. He began to excude a murderous aura.

It seemed this was his personal room. I couldn't help but wonder how rich he was to have a personal room in an elite club like this. "What do you want to drink?" his voice broke me out of reverie. "Huh?" Just then the bartender appeared, he ordered a bottle of whiskey and the bartender turned to me. "Umm, just give me something strong" I told him, he nodded and left. We both sat in silence as we watched the strippers perform until the bartender brought our drink. "Your drink sir" he said, dropping a bottle of whiskey and wine glass on the table in front of Mr Adonis.

"I can end you with one post." I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean??" Charlotte chuckled over the phone and whispered. "You don't dine with the devil and go scot free. It was nice doing business with you but you should know better than to toy with me." "I did it, I did it.....We made a deal, Charlotte!" I said, fear cracking through my voice. "This isn't about me but my father...he loves the butler job! He needs it.... Please, for his sake, don't...." Before I could finish, a voice behind me cut through the night. "You're the butler's daughter?" I froze.

“Zephyr, are you cursing my daughter to be infertile? “You guys grew up together. How could you curse her like that!? “Zen, you—” “Get them out.” Zephyr looked at the butler. His voice was cold. “Don’t disturb my wife’s rest!” The butler got a few bodyguards over. All of them had guns on them. Hannah and Ava caved in instantly. They kept screaming, “D-Don’t! Zen, t-the order…” “I was clear about the order.” “Zen!” Hannah tried to fight one last time. “Must I get your uncle to speak with you!?”