My Servant System Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

When Alex heard that, she responded with a hint of arrogance and reached out to fix the bun. After she had finished, she sighed with contentment and said, "Okay, it's not too soon! You guys go to sleep, and we will pretend as though nothing has occurred!" After that, she confronted me and said in an arrogant tone, "I forgot one thing. In the morning of tomorrow, I will be required to go and serve Mrs. Luna when she wakes up. The older maids will be responsible for going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, while the new maids like you will be in charge of carrying water, doing laundry, and cleaning the house. If anything is not completed in the appropriate manner before morning, you will ear

I, very much exasperated after the week I’ve had, told the servant who had followed me into the forest, all the way to the snake pit. I bit my lip, staring at the muscular, dark-skinned servant that had asked for my aid in his escape. It was a tough call. The guy had that guarded look in his eye that I knew so well. It had been in my own once, the stare of an animal slowly turning rabid. He had strength to him, though. His body was stacked with muscle, taut with a six pack one only saw on the warriors here. I knew all of the servants at camp, and this one had only been here for ten months.

"Like you've heard countless times already. We do not need a servant at this point. But what can I do? You have no specific duty but you'll be involved with everything. "I don't understand" "As expected. It simply means that your duty is anything you're told to do. Cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, washing, serving at the table. Anything at all. Normally the servants are divided into categories and you only handle tasks you've been assigned in that category. But that isn't the case for you. At any time, you can be called to do anything maybe because one of the servants is ill or unavailable or simply because your assistance is needed. Whatever the case, you must attend to your call immediately.

"These are the servants that was sent by the Crown Prince, they are all well-trained to fulfill all your needs." The Butler arrived earlier inside my chamber together with these unfamiliar servants, all of them were looking like a doll standing with no emotion on their faces. Isn't it funny? To see how Hades created these servants just for me? Well, it's not like I don't know his purpose, he sent these servants to guard me and to report everything I am doing to him. I tapped my fingers on the table, looking at them from head to their toes.

One of the farmers utters. “And who are you that the Luna need to inform before coming?” One of Luna Violeta’s servants rudely cuts in, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What are these servants to her that they act this way? In our pack, servants are meant to be mute, but these ones smell of audacity. They have so many wings to fly. “We are sorry,” the second farmer responds, and I whiff in disbelief. A farmer apologizing to a servant. Wow!!!

“It is only natural that we are wary.” Hazkiel answered the woman’s words boldly, trying not to feel the trembling in his voice. After all, dealing with the monster earlier was a life and death experience for him, and he still felt a lingering fear of it. This time, the man called Servant spoke up. If Hazkiel looked closely, he was much older than his master. His appearance is more fatherly, with a tall, thin body, thin hair that crowns his head, and a mustache that decorates his face. Apart from being older, he spoke wiser than the princess.

Winston replied, helping himself into a nearby seat. I felt more confused. “Can you stop speaking in parables and tell me what the hell happened.” I barked at him and he recoiled. “Jeez!” He exclaimed. “I guess it is because you are not familiar with the servant’s rule. If your master does not give you a direct place of rest, you get to stay in the least available room in the east wing, and in addition, you get the least of everything.” He replied before releasing a breath.

he said, He turns the wheel and faces me, who is behind him. “Aah A wife? How foolish! If you are talking about wives, why don't you just tell Eve to contact your mother? Yesterday you clearly said that Eva is your wife, only Eva is your wife and I'm just replacing her, right? I also remembered earlier that you said I was your servant, so what can a servant do to her master? How could a servant dare to contact her employer and force her to come here?" I said,