Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

This is when all the servants, also the imperial soldiers of the imperial palace start to act strange. At first, they felt unbearable thirst. No matter how much water they drink, they're not satisfied. Then their pair of canine teeth began to grow longer than usual as their fingernails also start to grow abnormally. This process of transformation is pretty much similar to what happened to Xu Zhengming when he has first gone berserk. And the next things that happened are quite predictable.

Mom, wasn't exactly what you'd call an easy prey and if I want to beat her, I need to think just like her and lucky for me, I know her better than anyone else does. The best way to get back at her is by playing along with her game. I need to keep being her good and obedient daughter till I can slowly build my own career and my own image without having to be known as just Rebecca's daughter and for me to do that, I need to be successful by every means necessary, even if it means I have to kill someone to climb up the ladder. My second problem is non other than my sister and that bodyguard of hers, Martin.

“That's fine. We will be going. May I go and direct the other guards on how to manage things in my absence.” Tyler implored solemnly. The expected bridge between boss and servant was still visible in the relationship between Tyler and Damon, despite their closeness to each other. “Call Debby while you're going out.” Damon replied, looking at Tyler stylishly. ******************** “How can I describe this kind of enslavement? Do I say that I got myself entrapped? Or what? I've been here for months without doing anything or even going under the sun. The crown of the whole dilemma, I finally slept with my slave master. What's my fate, that I can get out of here?”

Zian uttered but his words brought that painful gloominess in Ezrene's face. “Happy endings are just meant for love stories but not for tales of obsession,” Ezrene's words were laced with that pain of not having a lover but an obsessor. Her words caused a smirk to form on Zian's face. Stepping closer to Ezrene, he placed his palm over her head which made Ezrene look upward into his eyes. “I don't know about obsession but the obsessor knows how to snatch happy endings from their fate which even lovers fail in doing, so don't worry,” he passed her an assuring smile which Ezrene just continued to gaze at.

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.

"When did you come in? I didn't even notice." "You don't need to get angry with Mr. Simons because of me. After all, he is Party A. Work is always like this. It never goes smoothly." Joey walked up to her and showed her the design draft. Serena felt pleased and asked, "How did you get it back?" But she wasn't too happy. She wouldn't have been so angry if a stranger had bullied Joey. However, that person happened to be Zachary's mistress! They seemed to have been tricked into doing the show and gotten trampled on by Zachary's mistress.

The corner of his lips pulls up and I fume in anger. “You'll live here from now on Adrian.” He announces. “You've got to be joking, Nikolai-” “It's sir. I'm your Boss.” He interrupts me as he walks into the mansion. What? Live with him? That's utterly impossible. “You’ll join my team of bodyguards Adrian. Your job is to follow me around as my right-hand man. You're good at taking shots, so I trust your skills.” He explains, walking up the stairs. That's what the Bratva is all about. You are never safe. You'll have enemies lurking about, waiting for the best time to launch an attack. It can be anywhere.

Carl had been taking care of his wife and stopped by sometimes. As I rested my back, I noticed two females Omega servants walking towards me. " My Lady! We have a favor to ask!" They looked at each other. The hollow of their eyes lifted, looking like the old ones. I felt relieved to see them getting back to their own selves. " Yes?" I asked weakly. My stomach growled. I needed to eat something and threw myself in the bed. " My Lady! Can you please save our mates? They are losing their minds. Please!"

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.