Servant Novels & Stories

"You are this ungrateful? I brought you out of your den and you tell me this? I saved your life. You should be grateful. I rescued your life. You are nothing but a servant." "Well thank you for rescuing my life hut I do not appreciate you doing it. You should have just let me stay there and I will know that I am still a servant, than bringing me here under a pretense and showing your true self. I am also a servant to you, ya know. I don't even have a life and I am certain I will never have a life." she cried. "There is no life for me any where in this world." She sniffed. "You keep reminding me an

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

The two of them finally left the park. And Erlyn seemed to have no intention of saying anything. While Dantley was eager to talk to Erlyn right now but unfortunately at this moment, Erlyn was the one who said something first. "Young Master, you should know that I am a servant who cleans the house, cooks, and does other chores. And I'm not your personal servant that you can pressure like this," he said and looked at Dantley. "What if I make you my personal servant?" Dantley stopped and put the car in reverse while looking at Erlyn. "What if I demand the right to own you completely?"

He looked quite young, just a bit younger than I was. He had short brown hair that mended well with his face, with dark orbs for eyes and a calming smile. "Oh sorry, I am such a bloody idiot, so my master always tells me. My name is Pedro, at your service. I have been assigned by the Elders Hal to be your servant." Pedro finished with a small bow and a warm smile. I eased up on him a little bit, he seemed to be harmless. “The Elders, are they here?” I quickly asked him. I wasn't aware that they would be here.

“I can pack or carry things—whatever you need.” Kade straightened, turning fully to her. “You don’t need to do that,” he said gently. She blinked, confused. “But… I should help.” He stepped closer, voice low enough that only she could hear. “You’re not a servant here, Sera.” The words hit her harder than she expected. Not a servant. Then what was she? “I don’t know what I am if I’m not that,” she whispered.

“Do your laundry and clean your house? Seriously? Do I look like a servant to you?” Torvin closed the distance between them in a single step, the movement a stark reminder of the gap in their height. His scent—a mix of sandalwood and sleep—told her he had gone back to bed after calling her. His face was serious, but an amused glint still danced in his eyes as he said. “Listen up, debtor. You owe me, and we’ve agreed that I get to decide how you pay me. That makes you my servant and me your master. I tell you what to do, and you do it. The sooner you understand that, the better for you.”

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.

The thought of it immediately gave me the chills. Eriol cleared his throat as if he had just read my mind. What an oaf. Could you keep your powers to yourself, please?! I am not a freaking open book! “No, Mr. DaisVita. I am not the caretaker of the stable. I am the head butler of the Winner Family. I am Eriol,” he replied with a well-mannered speech. “Good! So that means, you can take care of our needs while we are here,” Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?”

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

We would call them Servants in Dar but here, they are called Nisses. I don’t know what Arius was shouting about when it is clear that all I need is to just be around and I would catch up quickly, I mean I have been here for less than a day and I already know a touchy name, Faye. “Can I help you?” I asked them. One of them, tried to make her body look small and invisible like she was supposed to do her job effectively and it would be better done if she was not heard or seen. The other was not with any tray, neither did she help the first one whose arms was over flowing with bowls which I knew contain my meal. I moved to help her and she actually looked scandali