My Servant System Novels & Stories

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,

The two of them finally left the park. And Erlyn seemed to have no intention of saying anything. While Dantley was eager to talk to Erlyn right now but unfortunately at this moment, Erlyn was the one who said something first. "Young Master, you should know that I am a servant who cleans the house, cooks, and does other chores. And I'm not your personal servant that you can pressure like this," he said and looked at Dantley. "What if I make you my personal servant?" Dantley stopped and put the car in reverse while looking at Erlyn. "What if I demand the right to own you completely?"

she ask and lowered her gazed into the meal. "Yes My highness, He said you need to feed them otherwise they will eat your Small intestine," the Servant said and she couldn't help but to laugh sarcastically. "İ didn't aware of his Humorous side, That's so hilarious," she said before having bite the sandwich. "Thanks for the food how about you, have you eat already,?" she ask. "Yes My highness before we proceed our work here, we follow the Fırst important rule of the king that we need to feed our pet so that we could able to did our daily work here with the high energy," the servant said and she just smiled.

“I’m sorry…your what?” I thought he wanted something else.. “Servant,” he repeated, casual. “Personal one.” I stared. “You’re joking.” “Nope.” Hands in his pockets now. “Unless you wanna sell your organs to pay me back in that same two weeks. Nothing less, nothing more.” Two weeks. There was no universe where I’d earn that much that fast. Even if I pawned my soul and my bed. “You can’t be serious,” I scoffed. “You already have palace maids. What, you need a personal one for your ego? Or your emotional support issues?”

I asked him as he stared at me. "My prince I have been working here since six years" he answered. "That's a long time you know, what do you think about the servants here?" I asked. "I think they are cool people who are dedicated to their work, they are good and loyal servants" he answered attracting a laughter from me. "You, I thought you are different,you all are crazy, all the servants here are not normal at all, a normal person can't badge into someone's privacy without permission" I corrected him.

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

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.