The Servant Novel Novels & Stories

the servant said, in a low and unwilling whisper. “My name Is Rio,” said the tall servant, doing a poor job of hiding the feelings of annoyance that could be seen on his face. “Jay…” said the other one, no longer bowing his head as low as before, going as far as to look elsewhere as he spoke. All Darun could do was smile. It was obvious that the servant in front of him was going to great lengths to show him that he was being rude on purpose. “After you…” was all Darun said in response, pulling his cloak tighter around him as he slowly looked around, following behind the servants in front of him who walked at a fast pace that would make anyone wonder if they were being chased from behind.

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

I can't shake the image of the soldier, the man who killed her, his harsh golden-brown eyes haunting me. My eyes scan the room, searching for escape routes. There's another door farther from the one the servant entered through, my potential way out if things go south. Pete always said to check for blind spots, but I was too lost in thought to plan my escape. The first door opens, and the servant returns, followed by the Tailoress. She's dressed elegantly, with milky skirts, a tight brown corset, and dark hair flowing over her shoulder. I stand, hiding my smile and adjusting my sleeves, waiting for her to fully enter the room.

She would make sure that she infuriates him until he throws her out of her house. “I can see that you are cleaning, but you are almost done. I am just here to ask a few things about your master.” Olivia said. She wrung her hand nervously as if she was afraid the servant would reject her. The servant looked at her and scoffed. Heh, she had only been here for a day but she was already asking about their master? Has she already fallen in love? “What do you want to know?” the servant asked. She vowed that she was going to teach this bitch that had tainted their master a lesson.

With that, she swept out of the room, leaving me seething with frustration. As soon as Fidelia was gone, I turned to the servant. "Wait for a minute," I said, holding up my hand. The servant hesitated, then nodded and stayed put, looking at me expectantly. The servant was a petite young woman with a slender build and a shy demeanour. She had dark brown skin and piercing brown eyes that seemed to take in everything around her with quiet observation. Her black hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and she wore a simple yet elegant uniform that seemed to be a shade too big for her.

I merely raised mine to my lips, barely touching the rim of the glass. Moments later, one of the servants approached me, his head bent to avoid attracting attention. “My lady,” he murmured, eyes darting around the hall nervously, like he was avoiding someone seeing him. “Please... forgive me, but I have something to say...” Seraphina turned sharply as she noticed another presence by my side. “Speak up, boy. What brought you here?” The servant swallowed hard, caught in a hard corner. His voice trembled. “The Luna’s cup... I noticed... I saw... someone had placed something in... in it.”

“Good evening, miss.” Scarlett paused, surprised by the reaction. She frowned. “Are you afraid of me?” The servant glanced up briefly, then shook her head. “No, no. I’m just afraid of making mistakes. I need this job.” Scarlett tightened her grip on the gold earring, her expression unchanged. “Are you dealing with some kind of problem?” The servant forced a stiff smile. “Nothing serious. I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” Scarlett smiled as well. She lifted the earring and let it catch the light, gently waving it in front of the servant’s eyes.

“I am just a servant who happened to be in a very bad place in her pack. Deciding that running away would fetch me better than staying in the pack, I acted upon it. I guess I didn't carefully plan out everything. Grateful for you if not I would have ended up dead by now, torn apart by the wild beast” The format I presented my explanation was intentional. I listed the story first and then made sure to end it with something he was aware of so that at least he wouldn't just focus on me or my tale. “A servant you said?” He rubbed his temple while still staring at me. “What a very interesting servant you are. To have tossed away an expensive gold bangle without a second thought, that is indeed on

"Your highness! I've found you!" the servant said, quickly bowing. It was one of the Netheridge servants. Prince Ron frowned deeply. "You've what?" The servant excitedly repeated his words. "I've found you, your highness. I've won the game" Ron was very displeased. His own servants knew how to read his expressions but this Netheridge servant didn't so he'd have to teach him. The servant raised his head to find Prince Ron glaring at him and he paled. He started to sweat and panic. Was this the beautiful nice Prince he knew? This one looked so scary!

— It's just the diary. I look at the shelf. I get up and get another one. Equals. The diary of a Servant named Rawa. She served men. The next one is from a servant named Justa. She served the men on the continent. Daily. Daily. Servants serving tribal leaders. These are the diaries of the last Servants of the Goddess sent to the continent. And I could bet that this Goen wasn't the only one who served them sexually either. After all, wasn't that why the Goddess decided to break up with them?