The Servant Novel Novels & Stories

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!!!

I replied. However, it seemed Julia and Sarah weren’t pleased upon hearing the servants’ words. Their eyes blazed like flames. Julia pointed her index finger at the two servants and snapped. “Hey! She’s no longer the mistress of this house. Don’t you know she’s leaving this house forever? I am the new mistress of this house. So, from now on, the one you must serve is me. If you don’t obey me, then be prepared.” The two servants were terrified. In fact, they kept their heads bowed. In soft voices, they replied. “Understood. We’ll leave here right away. Please forgive us.” Then they hurried away from there.

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.

Dorian and I disentangled ourselves from each other's embrace and looked at the servant who barged in. My ears were red but I tried to keep a calm demeanor. The servant fell to the ground at Dorian's feet and was trembling. "Your Highness!!! I must confess something." Dorian was as stunned as I was. Your Highness? What was the meaning of this? "What are you talking about?" asked Dorian. The servant gulped and took a deep breath. "Wait, I know you. You are the servant that cleaned Dorian's room in the palace," I added.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

Clenching her fist, she smiles and nods, " Please leave it on the table. I will have them once I am done with the book!" " I think you should drink then right now. When it's warm!" She tries to make a conversation but Aurora looks at the servant, " What's wrong? Are you new here?" She asks raising her brow. " I... I am not.. I work here everyday!" She starts panicking. " If you work everyday, you must know that I don't drink milk without sugar!" She says, her eyes are changing color as she looks at the eyes of that servant. The Servant's eyes look blank and empty. She grabs the glass of milk and asks,

, 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.

should help to kill the boredom. The romance novel was captivating and had received Lola’s full attention. Somewhere in between its pages, the servant who was assigned to manage the morning duties arrived and got to work while Noah who seemed to be busy with work at home paid Lola no attention which was okay by her. Less attention, less trouble. “Madam.” A voice called from outside Lola’s bedroom with a gentle tap on the door. She stood up from the bed with less willingness to part with her novel. On opening the door, It was the servant and he had an anxious look on his face.

Probably the Beta's actual servants who cleaned his chamber and stuff. The day went by quickly as I waited for him. He'd said that I would serve him. Didn't that mean the normal errands? The type of things I did for Luna Keira? Why wasn't anyone coming to give me work. I sat in the sofa, expecting him to open the door at any moment. I grew hungry at some point. When the door opened shortly after hunger struck, it was not Theo who walked in. A servant who was obviously from his pack entered with a tray of food while a guard held the door open. The servant went to deposit the on the table as he informed,