I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

What they did to those girls. “To think that I was wondering if he was in love with me. Not knowing he was nothing but a freaking stalker and kidnapper and murderer.” I run my hands through my wet hair. “It’s because I was blinded by the money. And the joy of finally dealing with that idiot, Jack.” I decide. All my problems always boil down to Jack at the center. The elevator door opens and I head straight for the front door to pull it open. “No. Open you damn piece of metal.” I bang on the door. “Open!”

“—then we would be happy to stand by while you rest at your leisure. It’s our privilege to be at your disposal. We live to serve.” She wasn’t drunk on her newly minted authority as the latest inductee into the Premier Guard. She really wasn’t. It was simply a matter of common sense that if she gave her supposed ‘gifted’ servants a direct order, they should have jumped to obey her no matter how eagerly they wanted to serve. Supposedly. It wasn’t a leap at all to conclude with certainty that they were, then, no mere servants at all. They were daring to disobey her even behind a facade of servility because they had been instructed to by someone they feared more than her.

She lowered her head and said, "Sorry Miss, you were asked to come down for breakfast with Sir. I've been waiting for you to wake up." My mouth opened and formed the number 0, why was the servant so obedient like this, different from Anthony's servant who would act like a servant in general? There's no need to be surprised actually, because he is a cruel man. He will torture his servants if they do not comply with his wishes. I say that because he can also slap me hard without apologizing. I stood up and took the clothes from her. She left, and my eyes turned to the end of the door where 2 armed men were standing there with their backs to the door, oh my! Every second I feel like my life is

“Who do you think you are to come here and start creating this kind of problem for me?” His lips parted and closed, but I wasn’t done yet. “Did you even ask what I wanted? Did you even ask if I wanted you or not before asking anyone about me?! Do I look like something to be joked about or played with in your eyes? Did you ask if I wanted anything to do with you at all? I’m not something to be bought and traded, just because I’m a mere servant in this mansion!”

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

Elisa raised her voice at me. I shook my head in disappointment at her. "Things no one asked me to do?" I paused to rub the back of my neck. "Things like what Elisa? Are you fucking kidding me now?" I yelled angrily. I bet some of the servants could hear us but I did not give a single shit. I was dead ass angry.

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

Stipulated were my duties and responsibilities, which Calliope already enumerated earlier, and the length of my employment, two months, which I should abide strictly. "Now that I'm officially hired, maybe you can tell me why Mr. Fernandez prefers middle-aged maids?" when she hesitated, I reminded her of my duties, "I should know as the overseer, so any mistakes won't be repeated. How can I serve him better if I don't understand his concern." "Okay fine, I'll tell you," she twisted her lips with a long sigh, "it happened two years ago. A young woman was hired as a maid, she was about your age."

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.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.