Surviving As An Obsessive Servant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Three days. Three. Miserable. Days. That’s how long I’ve been stuck in this marble coffin they call a palace, scrubbing floors that never get dirty, serving creatures who could end me with a flick of their wrist, and pretending I don’t hear the whispers. “That’s her, the hybrid one.” “How is she still alive?” “She must have bewitched them.” The servants don’t even try to hide their disgust anymore. I hear them when I pass the hallways, see the way they press themselves against the walls as if my very presence might stain them.

"Your duties are simple. You will serve me personally. Bring my meals, pour my wine, attend to my needs. You will sleep in the servants' quarters with the other slaves. You will work when I command it and rest only when I allow it." "And if I refuse?" "Then I'll make you watch while I execute one of your fellow survivors. Every single day you disobey, another one dies." His smile was gentle, almost kind. It made my skin crawl. "I have three left. That's three days of defiance you can afford. After that..." He shrugged. "Well, I suppose we'll have to get creative." A man emerged from the shadows beside the throne, tall, thin, with eyes like a snake. He moved wrong, too fluid, too graceful. He

Everything pointed to someone who had been there from the very beginning. Whoever this new enemy was they were not just watching us. They were inside our lives again. And they wanted us to know that the obsession was far from over. As I listened to Mia’s scared breathing on the phone I looked at John. His eyes met mine with the same fierce determination I had come to love. We had survived Kane. We would survive this too. But the shadows were growing longer once again and this time they seemed to know every move we would make before we made it.

She shook her head, "I'm fine now, my heart starts beating normally and I don't feel uncomfortable in the first place. Tsk. There is no need for all of you to panic and why are you all here as soon as you heard a servant dying?" Empress Zenneth replied, "We are all here because we are shocked when we heard that your heart stop breathing and it's like yoi're already dead but you are still warm. Besides, I thought that you hate it when someone call you a servant? So, why did you call yourself a servant?"She asked as she was smiling at her.

“Childe Yang! Do you want to buy some jade?” He realised he was standing in the middle of the street. Much like an old-costume history drama. Ones where the villagers were dressed in old hanfu clothing. He felt lost. Almost as if he doesn’t belong in this world. Then he saw a young man rushing towards him and calling him “Young Master! Childe!” He inhaled and exhaled heavily, like he had ran a marathon, he catch his breath and said, “I almost lost you.” Somehow he knew that this young man was a servant of some sort. The servant kept calling him ‘Young Master’ or sometimes even ‘Childe’.

"Dhruv... Get up now. I know you are awakening. Get up... I am gonna spill this water on you." Still no response. So I splashed water from the glass on his face and he got up immediately with so much anger. "What the hell??? Are you out of your mind?? Are you mad?? What did you do??" "I warned you to get up but you weren't listening." "So, this is how you try to wake up people?? You are a freak. " "Yeah, I know that. Please, I am hungry. Get me something to eat." "Oh really??? Why are you expecting this from me?? I am not your servant... I am not going anywhere. Now, go to sleep. I have to go to the office tomorrow and you disturbed me from my sleep."

They were so strict. Again with this rule . It’s not like she was dying to go to his quarters . “Aren’t you a little curious as to how am I his wife “ Lilian asked them “ No we are not!. We try our best to stay out of the young master’s affairs . Beside you wouldn’t be the first lady he was brought home as his wife “ The woman spoke mockingly. Lilian could admit she was both stunned and confused but before she could find out further what other wife , they couple turned to leave .

No one spoke a word to me, and his royal arrogant-ness was nowhere to be seen, instead, it was just me, the driver and the blonde-haired servant. “Where are we going?” An obvious question, but relevant I thought. “Not your business,” my new nemesis answered. “Of course not,” I muttered under my breath, although with their enhanced hearing I was pretty sure the two men heard me loud and clear. “Why am I here?” “Not your business.” I hated him with a burning passion. “When can I go home? Wait,” I held up a hand, “don’t tell me, it’s not my business.”

I whispered, taking a sip out of my tea. "Fuck," she whispered back. "How filthy?" "Super filthy." She snickered. "Why do I feel like that doesn't explain it?" "He was very..." I paused. "Domineering. He turned me into a bitch in heat. He made me answer to him, Dee. A lot. I'm not the obeying sort, you know that. But with him? It was like all of my independence turned to dust." Dee whistled. "Damn. And you have no idea what his name is." She muttered wistfully.

"Sir, I appreciate your hospitality and kindness. You and your family have been great to me. I hope to be able to repay you some day." "You don't think saving my two daughters is payment enough?" asked Paula. "How about being shot twice while saving my daughters? Don't try to pay us back when we owe you more than we can ever say!" Steve found that his arm and hand would function reasonably well as long as he kept his arm close to his body and only moved it from the elbow down. If he tried to raise his upper arm, his shoulder wound ached sharply. He was able to dress himself for the memorial, except for his tie. He had a real bow tie that needed to be tied. He wandered into the kitchen with t