My Servant System Novels & Stories

She jumps violently. — Oh my God! Fear crosses her features, and I see her breath quicken. I remain silent, still dominating her with my piercing gaze. Then, slowly, I uncross my arms and move closer to her. She instinctively steps back. An almost imperceptible smile touches my lips. — You still cook this late, servant? I ask, my deep voice finally breaking the silence. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She’s flustered. And me… I love it.

‘Finally, the little demon has fallen. He cleared his throat, adjusting himself pridefully in his chair. The joy of winning her the second time was boundless. “Since you have realized your mistake, you will have to—-” “Don't worry, I will do anything you ask for, sir.” She interrupted, the word “sir” felt so heavy on her tongue to say. “Mmhmm.” He nodded, a sarcastic glint in his eyes. “Good girl. Then from now on, you will be my personal servant. You will attend to me at all time without complains, and—-”

I tensed when he asked that, I was hoping he would not ask. What do I tell him? For my alpha, that sounds weird, it would have been better if I were saying for my mate or for my boyfriend. For my alpha sounds, I sighed, it does sound like am just a slave running errands for his master and that is who I am. “They are for my alpha,” I answered then left him standing there not giving him a chance to question me more.

“You want me to clean your house.” “I want you where you belong.” “And where is that?” I whispered. He didn’t hesitate. “Not in boardrooms. Not in executive meetings. Not under the Hayes Global logo.” His gaze dropped deliberately, then returned to my eyes. “Here.” “As what?” I asked, even though I already knew. “As someone who serves.” The silence that followed felt suffocating,. “I will not be your servant-,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort,. “You already are,” he replied coolly. “At least this way, you get paid.”

Me, the same guy who'd been too intimidated by Officer Barbour to even realize what a babe she was despite working together for several years. No, what Megan was proposing wasn't her repaying me, it was letting her run a guilt tab with my name on the account. That wasn't it. She'd been able to see the hamster running on his wheel behind my eyes, and had gone back to blowing me while I worked it out. At last, I spoke. "You want to know what I want? All right. From now on, I'm your boss, and you're my employee. My... my servant. And it will be up to me to decide when your service has been sufficient." Servant. Better than the term Isa had chosen for it. Still hot, though. I was getting close.

She looked at the door before speaking, as if she was afraid to call his name. Indeed, she was scared. I could see her lips tremble slightly as she continued speaking. “I'm sorry he spoke to you like that. That's the way things are around here. You'll just have to get used to it.” I nodded, sipping the water, holding the glass with both hands. “Does that mean I'm not the first servant to come here?” The older woman shook her head. “No, you're not. Every two to three months, new servants show up. If you're lucky and good enough, you make it into one of the departments. If you're not, you'll be resold somewhere even worse. I'm sorry this has happened to you…”

There was one rule that seem to have applied throughout history when it came to proud , arrogant nobles who believed themselves untouchable. Your servants are there only to serve, so long as they perform their duties you wouldn't interfere, they were below you so you wouldn't meet their eyes unless addressing them. The servants revered you, to meet the eyes of their master was generally met with scorn, as such actions were considered borderline impertinent.

“but Serafino, They were looked like much stronger than we thought what if they could kill us all in one move like they did to our two allies” One of the servants said. “I thought that you were all fighters. Are you a Coward? Did you know that they were only a child and all of you here were almost the same? How many centuries older than them!” I saw how the servants swallow hard. All of them here have only a small brain. They were only thinking About was fighting nothing else, so I could simply order them. For the reason that they were, I needed a leader like me. “in the account of three, I want you to move faster”

Dallas’ p.o.v. I understand why Uncle Vaughn wants to deal with this issue first. He wants to replace those Servants as soon as possible, but also send a message out there. “Each Servant who works in the Royal wing was put there to spy on the Royal family and to report to the Elders. Not only for the Elders to have a heads-up, but also to inform their former Alphas. This is a list of the Servants who are currently stationed in the Royal wing.” I say as I hold up a piece of paper.

She was supposed to start from the lowest position as a servant and now that he was making her higher than every other servant, she certainly knows she was going to make so much enemy than all the friends she has ever had. Lincoln gazed at her on hearing her gasp, but after sometimes he continued, “ which means you will oversee every single servant here. From the cleaner to the cook to the guard and every other servant, and get back to me. Your job is to make sure they all do their duties perfectly well and not to lift your hands to do a thing” he stared at every single servant In the kitchen then gritted his teeth “and if anyone dares disobey your orders, inform me immediately, is that unde