Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

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.”

"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

He's busy unraveling the mysteries of his humble abode, turning an ordinary day into an exciting adventure full of warmth and comfort. Suddenly, a voice echoes from underground, piercing through the peaceful atmosphere. It's Ashley, who Donald had kidnapped for daring to break up with him. She's been locked up in a dark room, with no one aware of her whereabouts. Her voice is filled with fear and desperation as she cries out, "You will never go free for everything you have done to me, and you must pay!" Donald kidnapped her for breaking up with him, and ever since, she has been locked up in a dark room without anyone knowing her whereabouts.

remarked Alexander. Of course, he was just speaking casually. Semi-Empyrean beings were uncommon. Rat Servant, the only survivor, struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly at his last gasp. His face showed only shock. "The Three Immortal Guardians won't let you off!"

"I think we need to call the police. For Johnson's safety and our own." "No," I whispered, but I could see I was trapped. Without proof, without the footage, it was Emily's word against mine. And who would believe the desperate servant girl over the wealthy heiress? Emily pulled out her phone, her finger hovering over the screen. "Should I call them now, Xavier? Report Olivia for attempted murder?" The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I looked around the room at their faces - Xavier's cold calculation, Emily's false tears, and worst of all, Daniel's growing doubt.

His lips quirked “it’s alright Alright? This place looked like a dream The living area held a plush curved couch, a sleek glass coffee table, and an abstract painting on the wall—black strokes on silver canvas, probably worth more than my salary for the year. The curtains by the balcony fluttered gently, letting in the soft glow of the city below. This place screamed of Noah Prescott He watched me silently as I walked deeper into the room, my fingers trailing over the back of the sofa, over the marble countertop, over the cool metal of the minibar. I felt his gaze on me—slow, warm, unreadable. “It suits you,” I said without thinking. “Clean. Sharp. Intimidating.” He chuckled softly “what doe

It surprised me earlier when I saw servants joining the party, and some even participated in games. There was no prejudice. Then again, the servants must also be trained and are as dangerous as the mafia's subordinates. They are working in a mafia's main headquarters, after all. "Can I go back to my room, Linda? I'm getting drowsy," I mumbled when I neared her. I fiddled with the cloth of my dress to show my uneasiness to the stares.

“Don't play coy with me, and don't act as if I'm some stupid teenage girl. she is not going to fix this and you don't get to get out of this so easily. answer my questions…’’ “ YES THE F*** I WAS!’’ He shouted, startling me. “ I was listening in on that conversation.’’ “ Why?’’ “ Because when I saw the Servant walk, I was also planning on having a conversation with the Alpha. and I figured that since she was a servant she was probably going to take the dishes and then head back out. but half and our passed and she was still in there.’’

But it was there. At the end of the corridor, the turn already led toward the servants’ wing. In my palm I could still feel the weight of the decanter. Behind the door, the crackle of the fire faded softly. And for the first time, I felt I didn’t just want to survive, but not to err—not until the word “observation” faded from beside my name on the parchment. Because if it didn’t fade… the king’s eyes would find me many more times. And I could no longer allow that.

I let out a snort and said, "I just have the impression that this is the quiet before the storm. To this day, we are still in the dark, and we do not yet comprehend anything. Every person in this place is a puppet, and they have no life of their own. It hurts, hurts even more than you know it does. Other things have come to my attention over the course of the previous few days, in addition to the fact that I have been attempting to determine the regular schedule of the servants and the time at which Joshua is fed his meals. To the point when there is not even a single person who remains sane in the manor, Sera has power over almost everyone there. "Every single person will eventually have to