Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

“—then we would be happy to stand by while you rest at your leisure. It’s our privilege to be at your disposal. We live to serve.” She wasn’t drunk on her newly minted authority as the latest inductee into the Premier Guard. She really wasn’t. It was simply a matter of common sense that if she gave her supposed ‘gifted’ servants a direct order, they should have jumped to obey her no matter how eagerly they wanted to serve. Supposedly. It wasn’t a leap at all to conclude with certainty that they were, then, no mere servants at all. They were daring to disobey her even behind a facade of servility because they had been instructed to by someone they feared more than her.

Minet said, her tone becoming flat while speaking to him. “Why are you speaking to him in that way?” Rex asked, wrinkling his nose at Minet’s sudden change in tone while talking to him. “It is considered shameful to have your servant follow you so closely, people would think you believe them to be on the same level of status as yourself” Minet replied, staring at Rex blankly, like the question was odd to ask. “But he is at my level, I’m alive, he is alive” Rex said. “No one but your direct family is at your status level, regardless of the ability to be alive or not” Minet answered with a shocked tone.

"You had your chance to speak your mind but you took so long. Now, your mind doesn't matter. It's so useless, just like you." "I know that I look so amazing," I continued, turning back to look at myself in the mirror. "I'm just not so happy that my hair is still packed in a bun just like every other servant! How so official! I hate official stuff." As much as I lamented, I wasn't deluded. I was in touch with reality and I knew that being the head of servants didn't make me cease to be a servant. It just meant that I was a servant above the other servants; An elevated servant if I must add. I was still a servant nevertheless.

the woman who had come to wake her up earlier sneered. “Envy, tell her she's the least of the servants here and will serve every servant in this pack house” another servant bellowed. Oh, the woman's name is Envy. So as it is, she's the servant of all servants. What a position she'd earned.

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."

The origins of Hightide Group could be traced back generations, as could Shadowmist Alley. Some internal rules had survived from the previous Chairman’s era. One of them was the hereditary servant system. Servants could only marry other servants. Their children would remain servants as well. They didn’t resist, because they had no choice. The Chairman forbade them from holding money, yet ensured they were never short of food or clothing. Without money, they couldn’t go anywhere. And with family members scattered across different posts, escape was impossible. In effect, they had no personal freedom.

It makes him want to break her even more. "Why can't I? Have you forgotten your status in this mansion? Let me remind you, you are only a servant, human; moreover, you do not have the same value as the vampire servants who have lived here for centuries. Whatever my brother lets you see is just an illusion. You are his toy to pass the time and nothing else. Moreover, as an object, it is the responsibility of the master to dispose of you as he sees fit, don't you think? »

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

She squeals. Her eyes flicker to the name tag on the upper part of the shirt. Let's go, Serena. Now that she has much power than before she feels so happy. And that reminded her of the time the head will be bossing them around and now she's the head. The head of the maids. ** "So Serena is everything going smoothly?" Mrs. Beatrice asked taking a bite of her meatballs. "Yes Ma'am everything is well decorated, and Abby is okay now." She stated tight-lipped.