I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

“Childe Yang! Do you want to buy some jade?” He realised he was standing in the middle of the street. Much like an old-costume history drama. Ones where the villagers were dressed in old hanfu clothing. He felt lost. Almost as if he doesn’t belong in this world. Then he saw a young man rushing towards him and calling him “Young Master! Childe!” He inhaled and exhaled heavily, like he had ran a marathon, he catch his breath and said, “I almost lost you.” Somehow he knew that this young man was a servant of some sort. The servant kept calling him ‘Young Master’ or sometimes even ‘Childe’.

Zian uttered but his words brought that painful gloominess in Ezrene's face. “Happy endings are just meant for love stories but not for tales of obsession,” Ezrene's words were laced with that pain of not having a lover but an obsessor. Her words caused a smirk to form on Zian's face. Stepping closer to Ezrene, he placed his palm over her head which made Ezrene look upward into his eyes. “I don't know about obsession but the obsessor knows how to snatch happy endings from their fate which even lovers fail in doing, so don't worry,” he passed her an assuring smile which Ezrene just continued to gaze at.

I looked at them for a moment and then felt bad for them. Bound by fear and obligation to a tyrant who governed with an iron hand, they were as much hostages as I was. "Good morning," I whispered softly, my voice inappropriate in the busy kitchen. A woman with greying hair and worn eyes, one of the elder servants glanced up at me just before going back to work. She said, "Good morning, Miss," her tone pleasant but detached. I approached with a little smile. "Is there anything I might assist with?" The woman stared at me startled, her hands stopping in their work. "Help: Not quite, Miss. You save yourself from problems by not doing.

Their eyes would crawl over me like I was some prize to paw at, mouths running with garbage they thought was clever. I cursed him in my head, that shadow man, and lumped him in with the rest. Probably some perv nursing a whiskey and a hard-on, waiting for me to bend over just right. Disgust coiled in my gut but I kept moving. No time to care. I had tables to serve and cash to scrape together. Every cent was a step closer to paying off Emily. My mother. My stepmother. Whatever the hell she was now, with her brassy hair and her shrill demands echoing in my skull: “You owe me, Miguel! Every dime I spent keeping you alive!”

And slowly…Very slowly… I looked toward the terrified servant. “Who sent you?”

Lucia knew that she had to find a way to confront her own insecurities and the looming presence of the new servant girl. I emerged from the imposing fortress. Servants scurried about, tending to the gardens, cleaning, and attending to various chores. Soldiers, trained vigorously under the relentless sun, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening as they displayed their skills. As I strolled through the courtyard, my thoughts were consumed by a singular vision—Amelia. Her beauty had struck me like a thunderbolt, a rare thing that had left me captivated. Though she was just a servant, her image had taken residence in my mind, a relentless obsession for her.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

I ordered one of the maids to fetch me a steam cleaner, and once she handed it to me, I returned to Miguel's study room. As I started cleaning, I could feel their eyes boring into me, judging every move. I forced myself to breathe, channeling my annoyance into words, “Isn’t it funny?” I chortled, dragging the mop across the floor, “How some people think they can come into your life and treat you like a servant?”

I stutter, bending down to pick up the shattered glasses. The woman walks up to meet me. “My goodness, Oliver! Where do you find these servants? They're such incompetent fools. Can't do anything right!” “I'm sorry,” I repeat without looking at her. She huffs. “How did you let the tray slip, you idiot? You were spying on us, weren't you? You were watching us. Why, you little pervert!” I shake my head, getting up. “I wasn't watching you. I was just—”

He said. Then he turned and walked away, his footsteps steady on the stone path, his back straight, his head high. I watched him go and I felt the anger and the fear and the desperation all swirling together in my chest, threatening to choke me. I did not know if I could do this. I did not know if I could pretend anymore. I did not know if I could stand by and watch that servant take everything that was supposed to be mine. If Isora is mated to one twin…