I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

I try to push myself up. My arms shake. They won't cooperate. My vision blurs. I stare toward the door. I need to call someone. Damien. Cassian. Anyone. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Then the door opens. My blood runs cold. The same servant stands there. She quietly closes the door behind her. She doesn't look surprised to see me on the floor. She walks toward me. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly. I try to move backward.

He clearly wasn't joking when he said that he'll hurt the servants . After going up the stairs , Justin brought Iris to her room and closed the door with a lock then placed her on the bed . " Justin ! What was all this ? First , you scare my friend and now you scare my servants . Are you crazy ?! " said Iris with an annoyed expression . Justin looked at her fiercely then placed his hands on the bed trapping Iris between his wide chest .

Adrien Cross stared at the mess of glass on the office floor, the scotch bleeding into the cracks like it wanted to sink all the way down. It looked like broken promises, nothing else. His hand clenched around the phone, the message stamped on him like a brand: Sleep well, Adrien. I’m watching. Lucian Vega’s voice in his head was taunting, too sharp, too smug. Someone had tried to end him tonight. And worse, someone close was feeding him out like scraps.

The room fell silent, her presence commanding immediate attention. Her face suddenly twisted into a scowl as she stared in a particular direction. Following her gaze, I saw the new servant, Annabella, hesitantly approaching us. "I thought I asked you to leave?" Kira's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing at the girl. Annabella stood rooted in place, her body beginning to shiver. "Get out!" Kira ordered, her voice tinged with anger. "What's wrong with you, Kira? Why would you fire the new servant? Stop behaving like you own this place!" one of my stepsisters fired back, her tone exasperated. I groaned internally, already tired of the unfolding drama.

I looked to see a stunned Irvan, when mother spoke again, “make no mistakes Isabella you are a servant, a replaceable servant nonetheless. Isabella didn’t dare to talk about a word. Instead, she bowed and then walked to the main house. Was Isabella interested in Irvan? If so, I could help her feel at ease that there was nothing special about Irvan. If anything, he was an obstacle course I had to perfect and master to never again feel beneath him. The idea of being beneath him had me shivering in annoyance. Ina had giggled at the current circumstances, making my annoyance grow into more than just simple annoyance.

"After a few days living in this house, you know about the special maids who serve Father, right?" Abby instantly turned pale. What Laurel meant was the maidservants whom Lord Otto Obsidian had 'used' to satisfy his vulgar desires. They were young girls who were forced to serve him and would be thrown away once Otto grew tired of them. Seeing the girl's frightened face, Laurel grinned. “You know, the reason why you still haven't been touched by my father, is because I made you my personal servant?” The two of them looked at each other, and looking straight at Laurel's hideous smile, Abby started to tremble. “Y-yes, I will… follow your order…”

I want you to be a servant from ancient Rome. Rich blinks. ”What?" I smirk. ”You heard me. That sheet over there? That’s your new outfit. And you’re gonna kneel at my feet and serve me like a good little slave.” His mouth drops open. ”You escalated quickly!" I shrug. ”I believe in revenge." He mutters something under his breath but grabs the sheet anyway, wrapping it around himself. The thing is way too short, half his chest is exposed, and it barely covers his thighs.

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

However, no matter how thick-faced he is, he can't make him bring this up to his majesty. "Aiyah. Are you sure you're loyal to me and not to my sister?" Yin Renshu complains. The truth is, Yin Renshu couldn't remove the thought that his first servant who forgets about formalities at times, even sometimes dares to speak nonsense to him, and had silly moments with him is dying. Among all of his subordinates, he's the one who's closest to be considered as a friend to the emperor. Although he's still full of energy now, who knows when will he ran out of vigor?

The servant’s chin wobbled. He looked between the four of us in terror. My heart sank somewhat, and I stepped forward, placing a hand on Callum’s shoulder. “Let him go, Callum.” “What?” Callum hissed. “He won’t tell us what we need to know if you’re scaring the shit out of him,” Zane pointed out. Callum released the servant, but he didn’t stop glaring at him. I turned to the servant. “Did Ambrose put you up to this?” I asked.