The Servant Novel Novels & Stories

He looked cute, but it seemed like he had a wild side to him. Sonnet was stunned. “You must be tired, Young Miss. Hurry up and go in. I left some dishes for you!” He held Sonnet’s hand intimately while speaking. Sonnet avoided him and asked, “Who are you?” “I’m the new servant that got sent over to look after Young Master and Young Miss. I’m in charge of preparing your food and transportation. My name is Jonathan White. You can just call me Jonas, Young Miss.” “Who sent you over?”

00The servant had already stood up. But when she saw that they were quarreling, she couldn't come out and talk as a servant. 00When she heard the doorbell ringing, she walked over and opened the door, muttering, "It's early in the morning. Who is coming?" 00The servant opened the door and Fayer stood at the door. 00The servant did not know Fayer and asked, "Who are you looking for?" 00"I'm looking for Charles," Fayer said with a smile.

She thought. “Where is he?” she asked sharply. “He….” The servant hesitated at first and then pointed to the left corner room. The servant thought that Lisa has come here to catch his husband cheating on her, she was just waiting for a show to see. After all, Giovanna has just hired these servants so they did not know about her relation at all. At first, they thought that Augustus and her are a couple but now it seems like she is the mistress here. The servant was afraid and excited too.

"May I be of service?" Angela turned to face the servant, slightly startled by the sudden interruption. Not only was he good looking but his smile made her face flustered. "Yes, please," she said, her voice wavering slightly. Antonio smirked and thought. She blush easily for her age, could it be love at first sight? And what’s so special about that servant boy? I guess I will never understand people of low birth. The servant approached the table and began to remove the lids from the serving dishes, one by one.

"May I be of service?" Angela turned to face the servant, slightly startled by the sudden interruption. Not only was he good looking but his smile made her face flustered. "Yes, please," she said, her voice wavering slightly. Antonio smirked and thought. She blush easily for her age, could it be love at first sight? And what’s so special about that servant boy? I guess I will never understand people of low birth. The servant approached the table and began to remove the lids from the serving dishes, one by one.

He has even killed three servants till now. "Royal Jack." I speak as I reach at an appropriate distance. He turns his gaze towards me and I see his eyes burning in red color. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU NOW!?" He shouted at me. I lean my head back a little, he's too loud. "I'm the New Servant Manager." I speak looking at him. He looks at me with an uninterpretable emotion in his eyes. "I'm so-rr-y, Roya-l Jack." The servant speaks.

The servant sat by the side with her legs crossed and felt furious that she had to stay outdoors in the midst of winter because of this woman. “I told you to be dextrous. Are you deaf?” The servant got up and threw a kick at Deirdre. Deirdre stabilized her body with great effort and raised her head to look at the servant coldly. Even though her eyes were empty yet out of focus, her expression was tainted with a tinge of ferocity. The servant felt fearful for no apparent reason upon meeting Deirdre’s eyes. “What… What are you doing? How dare you glare at me when it’s your fault for not being dextrous enough? Who do you think you are!”

Nothing else. "Can you tell him to wait until tomorrow? My body is very tired tonight," I say to the male servant. "Do you think I control everything?" he replies sarcastically. "If you have something to say, say it directly to him. I have no connection to your affairs whatsoever." "I know, but can't you convey it to him?" I ask again. "Tsk! I can't!" and he snaps at me. In reality, I have already realized where this conversation is heading. The male servant clearly will not comply with my wishes, considering he is nothing more than a slave. No better than my status as a prisoner here.

"KING ASMODEUS! THE HUMAN!" The demons around me whipped their heads to the intruder and one flew to the servant and snapped his body against a tree. A sickening crunch was heard and the servant fell to the floor in a small lump. He didn't move again. Before I could count to three, someone appeared next to the dead servant. Adrian.

“I… I don’t have another one.” Sophia burst into laughter. “That’s because you don’t deserve one.” Vivian nodded in agreement. “Why waste expensive clothes on a servant?” The word hit Emma harder than she expected. Servant. Not stepdaughter. Not family. Just… A servant. Sophia reached for her orange juice before deliberately tipping the glass over. The bright liquid spilled across the white tablecloth. “Oh no,” Sophia said dramatically. Vivian turned sharply. “Emma!” “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’ll clean it.”