My Servant System Novels & Stories

“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.

“I am sorry my lady, but my master told me to have you ready and at the restaurant by 6. So please sit down and just relax.” I really didn’t like when she used the words my master, because it made me feel that she was his slave, but I do remember him saying servant. “How long have you’ve been serving Asmodeus?” “My master, well it’s been a little over a hundred years now.” “Can I ask you something?” “Sure, my lady.” “Why would you want to be his servant?”

[A bell that served for anyone that wore it was a servant in the temple of light] The other servant that also had a bell in her both of her wrist agreed and said, “Who knows that little priest was so passionate about the father” The servant added. They were sighing emotionally when. “Ahem!” A voice that was very stern but not too loud interrupted the servants that was obviously but in an unconscious way, dilly dallying what work they needed to do and they needed to finish right away.

"My own path?... But, my place is where you are, I'm your servant, my life belongs to you" Yes, I'm just a stray dog picked up from the streets, the mercy and kindness that this person shows to me is more than enough payment... I don't deserve to yearn for more... "... I see, it makes me happy that you think that way, Domi" That's all I needed to hear... I'll stick up with my original plan and turn down Herion's proposal. I arrived a servant, so I'll live and die a servant. The spotlight was never meant for people like me... My previous life made it clear...

’’ "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

— It's just the diary. I look at the shelf. I get up and get another one. Equals. The diary of a Servant named Rawa. She served men. The next one is from a servant named Justa. She served the men on the continent. Daily. Daily. Servants serving tribal leaders. These are the diaries of the last Servants of the Goddess sent to the continent. And I could bet that this Goen wasn't the only one who served them sexually either. After all, wasn't that why the Goddess decided to break up with them?

KEILAH "What?" I asked, his words not registering in my mind yet. Servant? "I said—be my servant. Is that too hard to comprehend?" he asked. "But, why me?" I asked. "I didn't do anything wrong to you." He chuckled coldly, taking a step forward. I felt his body right in front of me, yet I couldn't move. The power he was emanating was too much that it made me weak in the knees. "You said you'd do anything, right?"

"Obviously, Asher didn't brief you guys well that day" "Maybe you should do the briefing" I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "First and foremost, they are not slaves but servants" "The last time I checked that's almost the same thing" "Well, it's not. Let's just say the money a person is bought at is just like the money you keep in a fixed deposit account, with time it accumulates" "The male servants work in the factories, not just our factories but so many other factories. Our company is well known for supply of human labor. Some even travel abroad"

“Here, my king; this gives the statement of royalty. Do you like it?” I bit down on the cuss words that wanted to run out of my throat. I took a calming breath and looked closely at the servant. I hadn’t seen him before, and he looked so enthusiastic to be working. It’s a pity that the zeal is about to be cut short. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “It’s Archer,” the servant replied, smiling. “Good. You’re fired” I said and walked out of the dressing room, Marcus, my beta, following closely behind me.