Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

“Obey and he will love you.” “Obey or bleed.” “Obey or vanish.” Camela clasped her hands over her ears, trembling. “Stop! I won’t listen!” she yelled. The maid's voice slipped through the chaos, calm and cold. “If you refuse to listen, you will die here. The lesson is obedience. Survival demands it.” Camela's eyes burned with anger as she asked. “Obedience to who? To the masks? To him? To you?” The maid’s whisper sliced through the air like a blade. “Obedience to the truth you fear most,” she replied.

“But he changed his mind. He said I've got to prove to him that I didn't steal the bracelet and I'm not a thief. He wants me to be his personal servant.” Mia's eyes widened. “His what?” I shrugged, glancing at Chloe, whose mouth lay open. “That's what he said.” Mia went ahead to hug me, a hug I accepted partially. “As long as it's not death. I'm happy for you.” “What do you mean by as long as it isn't death?” “Being the boss's personal servant is one of the most difficult tasks. You can never predict what he does, and you'll surely struggle to keep up. All in all, I'm glad you're not going to die, Nyssa.”

This was the price of knowledge, the price of survival in this brutal world. The consequences of her betrayal rippled through the Moretti empire almost immediately. The next morning, a subtle, but palpable, tension permeated the villa. Guards moved with a renewed urgency. Servants whispered behind cupped hands. Dante’s presence was a palpable storm cloud, an oppressive weight that pressed down on everyone.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

The preservation of your existence depends on your absence from this place. Desperation drove the maid to collapse onto her knees while her hands clutched together tightly. “Sir, please—” His eyes never met her presence. Two guards entered the room within seconds and seized her arms to drag her out. Her desperate calls diminished along the corridor yet Alexander remained unmoved. An unnatural cold sensation traced its way down my spinal column. His features softened a little when he faced my mother. This situation troubles me deeply, Rachel. ” The expression of disbelief remained on my mother's face as she shook her head in stunned silence. The expression stumbled from her lips in disjointed

Arabelle Gwyneth heard two devastating news on her 18th birthday: That she was mated to ruthless Alpha Zach Blackwood and that he rejects her in front of the whole pack. “You’re weak, wolfless, and beneath me. I, Alpha Zach Blackwood, reject you.” But rejection isn’t freedom. Soon Arabelle’s abusive father sells her to Zach to settle his gambling debts, and she becomes his slave. He is cold. He is cruel. But also obsessed with her? His dark eyes follow her everywhere. His commands grow more possessive. And worst of all? The mate bond didn’t break. When wealthy Beta Simon Sinclair offers Arabelle escape, protection, and genuine affection, she finally has a choice. But

"Because my entire life, when something fast and heavy came at my head, the only way I survived was by getting smaller." "You cannot get smaller anymore," he said, his hand finally coming down to rest on my shoulder. His fingers were hot, the calluses on his palm rough against my bare skin where my training shift had slipped. He didn't pull me up, but his touch was an anchor, a solid weight that kept the cavern from spinning. "The servant girl survives by hiding. The Queen survives by striking first. If you flinch at the Conclave, they will see the servant, and they will tear you apart." "I am not a Queen yet," I muttered, pressing my forehead against the cool stone of the floor. The chill o

Raven "I am completely fine. Now leave me and get out of my room. I don't wanna see your face." Neil "That's why I switched off the lights. Now listen to me. You are mine and Only Mine. I have lost a lot of things just to be with you. I got Obsessed for you just the way you were Obsessed for me. I want you and I want no one else. Stop behaving like a child. You still love me. Why don't you accept me?"

“Sorry. Don’t be embarrassed. Once a lizard got in Vampire Bill’s cage and he eviscerated it piece by piece. All I could do was scream, and when he ripped its head off, I keeled over like a piece of fluff in the wind.” “I never took you for the kind who passes out at the sight of blood. Nothing scares you.” Yeah. I’m the girl with the rules to protect her heart. That’s not brave. It’s insane and a little ridiculous, but it keeps me steady and focused on my goals—or it used to. “Pfft. There’s plenty you don’t know,” I say. “I know.” I let that pass and help him stand. He weaves for several seconds but seems to find his balance, shoving back hair that has fallen in his face.

" Just get lost all of you and leave me alone. If you all don't leave me alone I swear I will kill you all" Saying that the girl from inside continues to smash things again. Seeing this the servant outside the room becomes scared and all go downstairs to the living room. After a few minutes, they listen the sound of the car. They take a long breath and become happy thinking that their Madam and Master had come. They are the only ones who can control their young miss.