My Servant System Novels & Stories

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.

Hitting enter, I watch as an IronWall Prison's record comes up, a profile picture and information side-by-side. "Heavy Metal," I say, reading over his information. "Your skin is encased in a hard, almost impenetrable steel. You're not exactly flesh, are you? You should be able to retrieve everything that darn Doctor needs and you should more than be able to handle the OutCasts. Servant-Bot!" My servant-bot comes hovering out of a room and into the hallway. I type in a command and send it over to the servant bot. "Understood, Master," Servant-Bot says before flying over. Meanwhile, I walk to my throne. There, I watch everyone.

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.

“This is our life. We’ve become people helping others live out their dreams.” The honesty was surprising. I didn’t expect him to say something like that, but it was true. We have no life. Servants will continue to suffer under the current rule. In one way or another, the empire structured the lower classes to be confined to this continuous cycle of the "master and servant" relationship system. One to be used, and one to gain, I thought angrily. A girl calls out to Afsan, and he waves at me before leaving. "Dreams are useless anyway," I said under my breath.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

’’ "What are you talking about?’’ I am filled with confusion. She grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at her. “ I am not just a servant, all the servants of the packhouse have been taught the basics key skills of self-defence. I also know the drill. I know what I'm supposed to do in such high value situations. I should have been prepared to risk my life as long as it meant you will be protected and safe. it was my duty and I failed my Luna. hearing her say those words reminds me of my conversation with alpha Joseph. about how he talked about the servants and the drills that are followed in case of an emergency. now suddenly it makes sense. “You are my servant. Are you not?’’ I asked wit