Obedient Servant Novels & Stories

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.

"These are the servants that was sent by the Crown Prince, they are all well-trained to fulfill all your needs." The Butler arrived earlier inside my chamber together with these unfamiliar servants, all of them were looking like a doll standing with no emotion on their faces. Isn't it funny? To see how Hades created these servants just for me? Well, it's not like I don't know his purpose, he sent these servants to guard me and to report everything I am doing to him. I tapped my fingers on the table, looking at them from head to their toes.

Asked the Priest. "Who is a servant of any god that is not subject to the god of the earth? Is he not the god of gods and now we are privileged to work for him, to serve his cause?. You must know that it is an honor" "Yes yes, it is my mistress. I would die in his service" The Priest swore his allegiance to the god of the earth and to the Prophetess.

"Packmates. May I present to you, the first slave in five generations of Alphas." The omega servant pushed me forward. I stumbled at first, tripping on the uneven brick, but quickly righted myself, not wanting to fall in front of such an angry crowd. I would maintain my dignity as much as I was able. Standing strong, even as I was ruled a traitor worthy of such a harsh and unkind fate. "A pack slave is to obey and serve the people," Gideon continued. "Above all, they are to obey and serve Alpha Adrian." So far, Adrian sat on his throne in a regal way, his back straight, his hands clutching the arms of the throne.

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. The servants of course after hearing this stern voice jolted down as they straightened their back and face the Bishop with a straight and humble face as they bowed themselves in 180 digress in unison and said but not too loud as the little priest was still praying inside the closed door[as they knew], Apologizing in a not too hypocrite voice. "We apologize Your Excellency Bishop, we will immediately do our work!" After all the servants had said this words quite fluently, they scattered in all direc

She was looking affectionately at him, but the moment her eyes turned to me, they were filled with malice and iciness instead. I carefully poured the meat broth into Dobey's special bowl and gently blew on it to cool it down. Derrick only just seemed to notice me then, and he spoke in a condescending tone. "Come over and sit down to rest for a while after you're done, Jacob." Chelsea also unusually agreed to it, placing the plate and fork down in front of me. "Thanks for taking care of Ricky and Dobey these past few days." I lowered my eyes, a humble smile curving my lips. "It's my honor to serve Mr. Carpenter and Dobey, Ms. Herrera. It's no trouble at all."

"Get it right, Isabella. If you were my slave, I wouldn't offer to take you shopping. I wouldn't let you sleep in my room, in my bed. You wouldn't be in this car with me." His outburst silenced her and she was short of words for a second. "It doesn't matter what I am to you." She said finally. "You are my master, and I am meant to obey you. That's our relationship, master and servant, no matter how nicely you put it. I have no reason to be jealous." "I'm glad you remember I'm your master. So remember your place." Antonio retorted coldly.

The servant shuddered. The Miss had only instructed him to bump into the guest. She hadn't said anything about compensation! And it was a diamond watch! The heirloom diamond watch from the Rhoads family would cost him more than he could ever repay if he worked his whole life! "It wasn't me!" The servant ran over, urgently pleading. "Fool, how dare you behave like this in front of the guests!" Sophia suddenly said as she realized something. But it was all too late. "It was Miss!" The servant's voice cracked as he screamed.

His head was bowed in humility, and his eyes filled with respect. Seconds became minutes, and minutes hours. It was almost as though Order hadn't noticed the one who knelt behind him; yet in all this, the man did not utter a word. He blabbered not, neither did he part his lips to let out any derogatory terms. He dared not ask for Order to pay him heed, neither did he seem discontent with the treatment he was receiving from the man whose name was enough to shake the world. His patience bore fruit; for the one known as Order tilted his head slightly to regard his servant. With a slight sigh he asked, "Do you think it is possible for me to achieve what I seek?"

“Oh my god, you are so funny!” “H-Huh?” “Don’t worry, Elodie. We are not going to kick you out of this house,” Mr. Denmarks said to me. I heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that. “Thank you so much!” “We’re not going to kick you out of this house if you continue being a good servant and being obedient,” said Mrs. Denmarks. “Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.”