Novelas y relatos de Obedient Servant

an old servant rushed forward to present his report unto his master. “Who cares about the fat boy?! We can see that detail with his sect robes alone!” a beautiful lady reprimanded the old servant.

Gemma had to get rid of this creature first, because his existence was awkward. Gemma cleared her throat. “Servant,” she called. “Yes?” “Does every time I go, you have to come along?” Gemma tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Servant, who was trying to spread butter on the surface of the bread, put a butter knife on the bread and then put his hands on the edge of the counter. His brows furrowed and his jaw moved slowly. He was thinking. Gemma would have said Servant’s expression was adorable if only he wasn’t Heros, with a soul older than her father.

The youth minister looked up to see if they were still listening and said, "He claimed that his master was a hard man, so he did nothing." "You mean he blamed his master?" Asked some young girl The youth minister again smiled and then read the Master's reply to the servant, "You wicked and slothful servant." "The master called him wicked and slothful?" asked another person sitting around the bonfire. "Because he did not multiply his money? You mean he was called evil and lazy for not multiplying his money?"

When they are already at the Emperor's place, Zelia bow her head emotionlessly, "Your Majesty, I must go now." Before she could go out, the Emperor spoke,"Stay." Zelia look at him then she bow her head,"Pardon me, Your Majesty but as a servant I must clean the surroundings, serve a tea or any other things that a servant must do." "Can't a servant like you stay as the Emperor's orders?."The Emperor said coldly. She tried hard not to roll her eyes and maintain her posture as a expressionless servant, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty but even though you're an Emperor, I'm afraid to say that you must also respect my decision."

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.

The man love to suck up to his master, willing to do anything as long as the king orders him too. I smiled. A loyal dog, servant only to its master? Yeah, I could see the resemblance. Among all of us, Hamlet is like an on-command servant. He would do anything if the king ordered him to. He would do anything just to pleased the king. That's the kind of man he is. And that's what makes him dangerous. "A loyal dog?" I scoffed, "Yeah, I could definitely see it in him. A loyal dog," I said. "Have they seen you already?" she said, leaning against the post right by the door crossing her arms.

She would say, "You are Nicolas Follows so you should be obedient. Remember that, son." Loyalty sometimes is blind. It cuts deep into reason, to bleed, and find its way into the lower ranks. In the darkness, it continues to manipulate the minds of the lesser ones, for them to see no other than the end which they blindly pursue. Colonel Follows was one clear example of a subordinate who followed every order from his superiors, may it be humanly or repressive. He was a pawn or appropriately said a robot.

Maddie groaned before looking up then she put her hands on her waist. "What's your name?" The servant immediately looked up and she was taken aback but Maddie kept looking at her. "We don't have names. We're mere servants to the gods so we are not entitled to have names." "What kind of rule is that? This place is a total bullsh*t!" Maddie bit her lip hard before she took a deep breath but her anger level keeps rising. "Where's your dictator?" The servant's brows met so Maddie sighed. "Where is the great Theo?" She said sarcastically before rolling her eyes. The servant stuttered but she still managed to tell her Theo's whereabouts.

What if someone reported to that woman that she was destined to become the Alpha of the Midnight Storm Pack's Luna? She turned towards her destination and ignored the servant. She was walking right now and she knew that her servant was still following her. Jelca stopped walking and faced her servant. The servant took three steps back and bowed. “Maybe you can stop following me now,” she suggested. “Forgive me, Your Majesty, because I was only ordered. You can't leave without me for I will be your servant and it is my duty to keep you safe.” “Isn't it servants must obey the orders of their lords?”

It was a man of my age with light skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, which were too dark to be precise. He bowed before me and said, “My lady, I am so glad to see you awake, you gave us all a terrible scare.” My eyes widened when I heard what he said. He must have seen my surprised face, as he smiled shyly and continued “I see, My Lady, I am Anton, your servant, and slave. The great master entrusted me to serve you in everything, whatever you need.”