My Servant System Novels & Stories

I’m doomed, but because I’d rather chew caterpillars than verbally admit to him that he’s right, I stay very silent. “I thought as much.” He senses my defeat and concludes. What an insensitive prick. “Is this the reward you spoke about?” I ask the second question buzzing in my mind. “You can think of it whatever you wish. Now, back to the issue of you being my personal servant.” Yes. Yes. That horrible reality. “A personal servant. What does that even mean?” I’m still feigning innocence as I ask the question. “Willow, with regards to the role you used to play in your father’s castle before you were brought here, I’m very sure you know perfectly well what the duty of a personal servant is.”

No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian. Arlene quietly wiped the corner of her eye as well, playing along with the emotional appeal. "You're wrong, Vivian. You, coming from a poor and humble background, were never worthy of Isaac in the first place. But because you promised as a girl to love him forever, that fool went against his family's wishes and endured 39 lashes just to marry you. "Not only did he pull strings to lift your family up, but he also gave you a black card to give you status. Yet, during the engagement party, you signed a master-servant contract with another man behind his back."

When they are already at the Emperor's place, Zelia bow her head emotionlessly, "Your Majesty, I must go now." Before she could go out, the Emperor spoke,"Stay." Zelia look at him then she bow her head,"Pardon me, Your Majesty but as a servant I must clean the surroundings, serve a tea or any other things that a servant must do." "Can't a servant like you stay as the Emperor's orders?."The Emperor said coldly. She tried hard not to roll her eyes and maintain her posture as a expressionless servant, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty but even though you're an Emperor, I'm afraid to say that you must also respect my decision."

called the head maid impatiently from the hallway’s gloom. I could see the other servants and maids passing by my open door, their black silhouettes blending into the darkness. The head maid looked at me with her usual displeased expression. I was probably the most annoying one out of all the servants and maids she had to keep in check. It wasn’t my fault, though; I wasn’t born into this life of indentured servitude, and the system was unfortunately rigged. Once you neared the end of your indenture somewhere, they would sell you to another home, and you’d have to restart your contract with your new owner and work until you had repaid your value. It was a way the rich and powerful had to keep

Her eyes widened. Everyone was now scared to death. They stepped back, then knelt down. "Forgive us, Miss!" Calmly, Sera remained where she was. "I don't know what to do with you guys." "Please forgive us, Miss. We'll do anything!" the servants pleaded simultaneously. James remained afraid. "Miss, isn't he just a slave? It is my intention to make him understand the situation he is in. He must not refuse food." Sera smirked. "He is indeed a slave. But he is my slave. Only I can touch him. You only need to follow my orders. Nothing more! Do you feel better than him?"

"Not when you haven't even served your purpose here yet. You’re staying right where I can see you." He paused, a nasty, victorious smirk slowly spreading across his handsome face. He looked at me like I was a bug he was about to squash under his boot. "And actually, since you have so much attitude, things are gonna change around here starting right now," he continued, his tone dripping with malice. "You’re gonna serve me. Personally. As of today, you are my personal servant." I blinked, completely frozen. "What?"

She thrust back the medicine pack and coldly said, "First of all, decocting herbs is not my job, and it's time for me to get off work. It's not my turn to work!" "What are you talking about?!" The servant was stunned, eyes wide open. "Are you rebelling against the superiors? You're a servant, but you say it's not your turn to work, eh? Everyone is busy with their work, but why do you have time to rest?!" "Before I came here, I have signed a contract, which clearly says that I don't have to work now. If you feel unhappy, go to the superiors and complain!" "Why does a servant have so many thoughts? They all listen to instructions, don't they!?"

"You're probably one of Young Master's fangirls. If you want to stay here longer, you have to control yourself!" I blinked thrice. Me? A fangirl of someone? Who is she referring to? I didn't bother to ask her who the Young Master is and she proceeded in giving me my first task. Before giving the task, she explained to me about the hierarchy of servants. She introduced me to them first, before the explanation of what their roles are. I met the bodyguards, footmen, kitchen boys, scullery maids, cook/chef, and the housemaids, which I am one of them. Mrs. Cruz introduced me to the head housemaid, who is the senior house maid, Mrs. Jessica Garcia. And her task is to report to the Housekeeper. The

A Servant Werewolf. Servant Werewolves were Full Blood werewolves that served the higher ups in their packs. They were maids or butlers whose main purpose was to serve. Their status was considered similar to the Omegas' if not lower. "The Alpha? Which Alpha?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Where am I?" I slurred, clutching my throbbing head. "And why does my head ache so much?" I asked in a pained whine. "Alpha Aaron, sir. You're at our pack grounds. I don't truly know why head aches but I can give you some painkillers." He answered, his eyes cast his feet.

Fine, I'll keep in touch. "S-sir?" My gaze lazily dragged upward at the visibly shaking manservant I hired since coming home. He was a pathetic, meek little thing, but he got the job done which was all I cared about. "Clean this mess up," I said. "You're h-hurt…" "I can take care of myself." Then I pulled out a rolled-up wad of cash I had in my pocket. "Here. Your payment, but doubled." "I-I don't understand."