First Class Servent Novels & Stories

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

In their own words, they said it was an honor to serve me and that they wanted to show everyone the truth. 'I seriously don't know what you did to make them like this, but it's uncanny.' 'What makes you think I did anything? I'm just as confused as you are.' Sometimes I found myself a little intimidated by them, especially since they were all older than me. It always felt strange that I could order them around when I felt like I should be respecting them. "What's on your mind, your grace? We might be able to help," said the first servant. "I was simply worried about whether or not Mildred would come again," I said.

"Tessa, the skin is useful, you know. Great for my apple juice. Don't let it get it on the floor." "Oh... got it," I murmured. "So you were born a Night Stormer, huh." "Yes, Senior." "A paid servant?" she added. All servants were paid, somehow. Regardless of rank and experience. Some were classified as staffs and could go outside the pack. These ones were given cash allowances in addition to a home, food, and protection. The rest of us were simply paid in kind. That's food, housing and protection. If a werewolf used the term "paid servant," they were referring to a specific category. The kind that served with their bodies. I was not surprised that Mrs Wolfe was asking me this. Without a doub

Even a single strand of hair out of place could make Alistair Sterling—the Blackwood family's head butler—stare at you as if you'd just insulted the entire Blackwood lineage. I put on my apron, straightened my collar, then checked my hair in the small mirror on the wall. Neatly pinned back. No perfume. No earrings. No expression. The first rule in this house is simple. Servants must not be seen. We are merely shadows, cleaning up the aristocrats' footsteps before they even realize the floor was ever dirty. Today I'm on the early shift. That means I have to make sure the entire main floor is spotless by eight o'clock, before anyone from the Blackwood family comes down from their rooms.

' Mother said this to me, as our second lesson. I think this is time to start making use of that teaching. I shouldn't feel intimidated. Besides, they are servants like me and they all look my age. "I am a new servant. A special servant so I don't stay around, that's why you don't see me at all. You can ask the head servant if I am lying. I am Riley, by the way." I said, in the most polite way. "Special servant?" the third scoffed. "I hate her gut already." the second said, leering at me.

She smiled a little and politely said: "Hello everyone, in the future, I hope you will help me." "We don't dare, this is all our responsibility." They answered in unison, leaving Daisy speechless. Is this the rich class? She opened her eyes. Seeing that everyone had said hello, Mr. Drkov continued: “This is the butler Leo, you already know, that if anything happens in the future, you can tell him. The remaining people are the cooks, housekeepers, and gardeners, you can freely tell them what is necessary.” Having said that, he turned to the servants and said: "Please introduce yourselves to the first lady."

"Um… hi, I'm Spring Willow." "I know. Follow me." She didn’t offer to help with my bags. I struggled after her, up the grand staircase. Well, her tone was almost rude, I thought as I scratched my head in confusion but didn't argue. I followed her inside, and the hall glittered with extravagant décor. Servants moved but their eyes never rising to meet mine. They didn't even spare me a glance. I was a nobody to them. "Why are you standing there?" the servant snapped from halfway up the grand marble stairs.

Actions taken in service of reconstruction may generate unexpected System responses. [SPECIAL DESIGNATION: This Class was designed for conditions that rarely occur. Existing instances: 0. Historical instances: 3 (all deceased).] Kael read the description. Then read it again. "Something wrong?" Sera's voice, calm but attentive. He looked up at her. She was watching him with the focused attention of someone who had registered that something significant had happened. "I just received a Class assignment," he said. Her expression shifted fractionally. "Your Class was locked."