Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

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.

My dreadful father had always wondered how I miraculously stayed alive, despite all the hate around me. Even the Omegas were not treated as harshly as I was. I survived by staying low, quiet, and obedient while studying every nook and corner. Every character. And every careless gossip. Being a servant is what I’ve done my whole life. It silently gave me access where others couldn't reach. With it, I tricked the guards, prevented rape and deadly schemes from Miranda and Beth.

Servants quickly bowed whenever she passed. But this time, it felt different. As though they no longer saw her as an ordinary maid. The feeling was incredibly strange to Iris. "That's odd..." she whispered softly. But she quickly shook her head and tried to ignore it. It's fine. Tomorrow everything would go back to normal. She would return to cleaning the Emperor's office... Organizing his books... And preparing his coffee as usual. That alone was enough for her. A small smile appeared on her face at the thought.

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.

Indestructible. That word tasted wrong in my mouth. Like worship. Like a myth. I wasn’t here to be worshipped. I wasn’t a creature of awe, I was something else. Something they should remember not by stories but by the weight of their own broken bones. A sizzle of movement to my left caught my attention, two servants paused as I passed, their heads bowed in a grotesque show of obedience. But it wasn’t respect. It was the fear. The kind that makes men obedient without understanding why.

I was preparing to fight. He circled me once more, lingering near the desk, scanning my notes, the hidden drives, the small deviations I had left. “Tomorrow,” he said finally, voice low, dangerous, “we continue. You will obey. You will follow the rules. You will live under my control. But remember, Jessy… I am always watching.” I nodded. “I understand,” I whispered. But this time, the words were layered. Surface obedience. Hidden defiance. Calculation. Survival.

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

"Ohh... I have no idea. What is wrong with them? I don't know what or why they are doing that shit." I observed them closely but the whole situation was just getting scarier. I needed to know what was going on. I was really confused at this point. We cautiously walked up to the servants, who were frozen in place. They fixed their eyes straight ahead as though they were in a trance, showing no sign of recognition or reaction.

"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…”

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.