My Servant System Novels & Stories

"Latifah Lakewood" My eyes dilated as I shot up my head. I immediately raised my hand, eager and apprehensive to hear my job allocation. "Personal Servant to the King". Eva mentioned, looking up and trying to pick me out with her eyes. And when she did, nodded and continued. "You are to serve the King as his Personal maid". She said, giving me a pointed stare, and continued with the list. 'What?!'. I exclaimed inwardly. My face was cringing with a look of fear and horror. I didn't know what to make of this appointment.

I smile to make them comfortable and though it didn’t help much, I noticed they were trying to be comfortable. That’s a good start. “What do you think about shifting to a new house? The house you can call your own. Not in some servant quarter packed like animals.” I suggested, and they looked at me confused. I know they must have never had this idea before. Because it’s normal for servants to stay in the servant quarter. But that is the problem. It’s their job, not their title. They were as much part of the pack as other pack members are. Just because they work as a servant, their rank doesn’t get less than anyone.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

"Yes, master!" Both Austin and I growl low in our chest, as we don't like the sound of that title coming out of her mouth. No one should have to answer to another in that way. Yes, we have Omega's that are servants, but we have higher ranking members that are also servants and they are free to choose if they work as a servant or not; they are not forced to do so and they call the Alpha's 'Alpha' out of respect...

"Im okay, Dad." "Dan, call me Dan." Seryosong sabi nito saka ako hinapit sa bewang at pinatingala ako para magkatapat ang mukha namin. "Tayong dalawa lang dito, wag ka ng magpanggap na Tatay mo ako, dahil hindi mo ako Tatay. I am your master and you are mine." Sabi nito sabay inamoy ang leeg ko.

How much I wish he were one of my clients, I could even give him the service for free, as long as it's him. "Hey, do you know the boss?" I come back to reality in just seconds, and one of the women who work in the same area comes to me. "It's just that... That man has never set foot in the customer service area, and he has never asked us if we've had lunch, who are you?" Unbelievable! This can't be happening to me, what I feared is happening. That man attracts me, however, I can't delude myself because I know my position. None of what those desperate women, worse than me, are thinking is true.

Maybe something kind. He smirked, the kind that comes with trouble. "That’s my servant," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Laughter exploded around the tent. My ears rang, not at the sound of laughter but at kael's words. Servant? The word hit me like a punch in my gut. He didn't even call me a friend, not even classmates or schoolmates. Not even acquaintances. He called me his servant. What the fuck was his drunk ass thinking?

There was stillness in the Area, I could feel the anticipation inside of me, as I waited to hear what she was going to say next. “Each one of you would have to work with a servant, who would be your guide to the tasks you will be given, right from the first, to the final task which will be done in ten days. Be aware that any servant assigned to you will record your progress and report back to me. It is paramount not to disrespect any of them.” Peyton paused, and then her attention went to the entrance door behind us, I could see a scowl appearing on her already mean face.

The origins of Hightide Group could be traced back generations, as could Shadowmist Alley. Some internal rules had survived from the previous Chairman’s era. One of them was the hereditary servant system. Servants could only marry other servants. Their children would remain servants as well. They didn’t resist, because they had no choice. The Chairman forbade them from holding money, yet ensured they were never short of food or clothing. Without money, they couldn’t go anywhere. And with family members scattered across different posts, escape was impossible. In effect, they had no personal freedom.