Novelas y relatos de Servant

"Now then, tell me, who is this, and why she is holding to your arm as if her life depended on it?" Her voice was like a swift river flowing with delicacy through the rocks, though we both noticed the end of it as a terrible waterfall that could end the life of any man. "Y-Yes, um. Ehem. She is Jasmine, another irregular like me and... My first servant..." For a second, Jasmine waved her hand at the same time she said a trembling "Hi~" with a sweaty forehead. Véronica gave her a warm smile in response. Fortunately for us, she was always a sensible person, after her talk with herion that virtue of hers only increased.

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?"

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 ."

“Dear citizens of Lycara, as you all know today is the day of the selection and allocation. I have received all your applications for new servants.” “For those who are not aware, there are three categories of servants.” She said looking towards us, the new selection. “General servants — these sets of humans are allocated to a household or the castle to work there, this could be as a cleaner, nanny, gardener or cook.” “Pack caregivers — these humans are responsible for taking care of the pack as a whole. Cleaning up after the warriors finish training, farming, weeding, fishing and so on.” “Personal

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?

Winston replied, helping himself into a nearby seat. I felt more confused. “Can you stop speaking in parables and tell me what the hell happened.” I barked at him and he recoiled. “Jeez!” He exclaimed. “I guess it is because you are not familiar with the servant’s rule. If your master does not give you a direct place of rest, you get to stay in the least available room in the east wing, and in addition, you get the least of everything.” He replied before releasing a breath.

No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian. Arlene quietly wiped the corner of her eye as well, playing along with the emotional appeal. "You're wrong, Vivian. You, coming from a poor and humble background, were never worthy of Isaac in the first place. But because you promised as a girl to love him forever, that fool went against his family's wishes and endured 39 lashes just to marry you. "Not only did he pull strings to lift your family up, but he also gave you a black card to give you status. Yet, during the engagement party, you signed a master-servant contract with another man behind his back."

she continued, leaning forward, her hands digging into the bedspread, “you humiliated me in front of… your servant. Lily! That woman!” I straightened abruptly, the word “servant” catching in my throat. “She’s not a servant,” I said flatly. Ella’s eyes narrowed, flashing. “Oh, come on, Ace. Don’t play games with me. She is. She works here. She cooks, she cleans, she… she manages your daughter while you hide away. That is the definition of a servant.”

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—"

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!!!