Obedient Servant Novels & Stories

The servant went to walk away from me but I quickly got in front of them. “Who are you? Where is this pride coming from? Are you a master of this house? Are you paying everyone to work here? Is your last name Giliam? Or are you just a servant who could be replaced without a thought.” My voice was cold as I stared down the servant who's annoyed expression slowly became timid. “I-I’m sorry for the disrespect, young mistress… I will get a towel right away.” The servant quickly put down the tray of drinks and went to get me a towel, avoiding the cold look I was giving them.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

“Luna, you should just shut up and obey what Prince Charles has ordered. It won't do you any good to keep raging and rebelling like that anyway, you don't-” “Shut up, I don't need your words, you'd better shut your mouth and do what I say!” My yelling didn't just make this servant who was assigned to follow me shut up and shut his mouth tightly, even occasionally I could see the look in his eyes that was so unpleasant in my eyes. The servant didn't seem to take kindly to my current situation, not even caring about my status as a Luna. If only my position was not bound like that, I might have chosen to jump down from this carriage and run away from them, choosing to return or leave according

I said with a faint smile, my voice quiet but enough to freeze him in place, "and I will let you experience what real death feels like." He stared at me, veins bulging on his forehead, his chest heaving violently. He wanted to curse me, to interrogate me, and to strangle me, but he did not dare. After all, my life was his life. "What… do you actually want?" he forced out through clenched teeth. For the first time, I heard concession in his voice. "What do I want?" I repeated, the smile on my lips deepening. "First, fire every single servant in this house who listens to Mrs. Whitaker. All of them. Not one stays."

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!!!

“No, my lady! I swear, it was only a mistake!” Maera tilted her head, mocking. “A mistake, you say? Hm. I think you need a lesson in… obedience.” She snapped her fingers. “Come closer.” The servant obeyed immediately, kneeling before her. “Lie down.” The command was soft, almost casual, but the weight behind it was undeniable. The servant hesitated, then obeyed, face pressed to the stone. Maera extended her leg, resting it across the servant’s back. “Better. Much more useful like this,” she muttered, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

His acting was as over-the-top as it could be. "You are?" Revry asked, looking at Berth. "I am our leader's new underling, Berth." "Don't be alarmed. Maybe there was a misunderstanding. Go and bring Owen over," Revry said to the servant beside him after a few minutes of consideration. The servant hastily exited. Not long after, I noticed an obese man approaching. He had to pant after a few steps since he was too overweight. Something I didn't expect at all. Wasn't a Grand Elder meant to be strong and powerful?

“ Very well ! Seems a reasonable deal . The job of a servant is quite tiring . Having a bit more benefits will be able to motivate you to work better . “ said Antonio with a calm smile . “ This servant’s is beyond joyed by the master’s response . Since its already late I cannot serve you much……There’s only one thing that can be done now…………Shall I serve my master in bed to show my gratitude ? “ whispered Damian . “ Not today . “ said Antonio . “ This servant begs the master to let him serve him to the fullest and make sure that the master has a nice sleep . “ said Damian with a pitiful expression as he kissed Antonio’s hand in sign of respect .

More of a cruel sadistic one. "For a servant who has absolutely no power or rights of any sort, you just don't obey. I already have to tell you everything twice, you speak when you are not allowed to and now you deny me. What am I to do with you, Little Flower? How do I punish a troublesome servant like you?" Each word cut through me. They were cold and harsh. No matter what I do, I always manage to anger him. I always mess things up. On the other hand, I don't immediately act out his commands because they're not normal. I don't want to sit and eat because a servant shouldn't do these things! We're actually just slaves! We are always below them! That is what Ms. Odelle taught us.