I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

Justin entered a lock code and placed his fingers on a rectangular thing for it to scan his fingerprints then the door opened after a loud echoed number of metallic and wooden clatterings from inside the house. "Come on in." He ushered after he went in. "Good morning sir. I am Mike Matthew, your recently employed servant." A young looking hot dude about mine or Justin's age came from behind us and greeted us in accost. Justin took the action of looking at him from top to toe then shrugged. "I'll give you a list of rules that you have to follow because my father really forced me to employ you. I don't need a servant and not a male." He screwed up, knitted his brows and sucked his teeth.

Qeiza tried to release herself from Ansel’s grasps, but he was very agile in reading her movements. HOP! Unpredictably, Ansel’s stocky arms had lifted her slim body and carried her toward the couch. “You are crazy, Sir!” Qeiza insulted him as soon as he sat her on the couch. Ansel smiled slightly. “I don’t like any kind of rejections,” he insisted. “So, be obedient and everything will be easy.” “One more,” he added. “Keep that ‘Sir’ away. I do hate your formal attitude.” Qeiza clenched her teeth, feeling so upset with the powerful attitude shown by Ansel.

So, I did it without even trying to. "I will take my leave for now, if there is nothing further," said the servant man who came to check my side when he entered the room. "If you need anything else further, just send for me. Until then, I will be in my Service Chamber of Alchemy." The servant man bowed over toward the one man still leaning over me and then stood back up before he turned to leave. No one bothered to say anything while we were all watching the servant man walk over toward the door. Once the door was closed the one man looked back at me and stared intently into my eyes with a harsh expression. I could not help it as I turned away from his gaze. I did not like how he was looking

He lashed out, temper sharp, earning complaint after complaint from clients. The company called him in again and again. Eventually, reality ground him down. His pride and his fire were all gone. Now, he was little more than a supervisor, coasting along without fight or purpose. I listened, nodding, making the right noises of pity. But the truth? I wasn't a saint. A small, guilty part of me felt the tiniest flicker of satisfaction. Smiling, I saw the client off. When I turned, I spotted Adrian again, sitting in the corner.

Everything felt unreal. Yesterday, she'd been proposed to. Tonight, she would be engaged. Life had a strange way of not waiting for anyone to catch up. --- **Ethan's POV** *"Listen."* *"Yes sir?"* *"From now on, whenever we're not at work, stop calling me sir."* She hesitated. *"Right… but you are older than me. Calling you by your name feels a bit disrespectful, doesn't it?"* I scoffed. *"Disrespectful, please. I'm not your grandfather."*

Anger and hurt, all mixed flashed through her eyes, as she practically looked around once again. He pointed at the door, “My servant is about to empty all of the contents in the trash.” He said, averting his gaze back to his book, “Save it while you can.” “No way.” Ivana exclaimed, with a dropped jaw and her eyes almost popped. Without wasting more time she ran out of the room. Tardrain’s head swelled with pride. “I’m disabled, but it doesn't mean I'm powerless. I still have my servant under control.” He muttered, rolling his eyes.

And one thing I want to do is observe his actions from a distance. "I apologize, but being new here makes it challenging for me to take immediate action. I have to be cautious and considerate. Is there any chance I can start—" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence as he raised his hand, signaling me to stop talking. "Well, that's precisely why you're here. You need to demonstrate your effectiveness as a servant through your actions. You should be capable of completing any task assigned to you. Besides, all the other positions are already filled. You arrived just in time, as new servants were given work yesterday, leaving you with no choice but to accept the tasks assigned to you."

said Dario. "But my wife doesn't want to use a babysitter. From the start, I have suggested her to do that, but she doesn't want to. You know how stubborn my wife is," said Alberto. "Yes. I know. Get well soon!" said Dario. "Yes. Get well soon!" said Nicolas. "Thank you!" Alberto immediately thanked him. "You're welcome." "Oh. By the way, I'm sorry! I must go to the rector's room now." Alberto permitted.

Emma's PoV. "He-y, what was that?" "I don't know, I'll talk to you later." I speak before hanging up. I threw my phone into my pocket and went towards the direction of the voice. "THIS IS HOW YOU DO YOUR WORK??" I see a tall man shouting on one of my servants. My servant is looking down, crying. I immediately walked to them. The tall man has red eyes. He must be Royal Jack. I remember, Miranda told me that Royal Jack is kinda sadistic. He has even killed three servants till now.

Another declared. "Yes. Like last night during the ball when I served drinks. A little grade A Omega was rude to me just because I am a forsaken. If I wasn't being watched closely, I would have smacked her face so hard that she would know the meaning of respect." An older servant commented and everyone began airing their grievances, and for some reason, I felt like I was starting a little uprising, so I needed to control this quick, before everyone decides to quit their jobs from the Troy household.