Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

I fixed my gaze on her. “You,” I said softly, nodding toward the pale-haired servant. “You’ve been here long enough to know the rhythms of this place. I’ve noticed you watch things closely, perhaps too closely. I want to hear from you. Have you noticed anything unusual? Visitors, whispers, anything out of place?” Her throat moved, but she said nothing. I saw her eyes dart toward the floor, then back up to mine. They were wide and almost haunted. Please don’t suspect me. I’m just trying to survive, I imagined her thinking, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. I mean no harm. I just want to be useful.

“—then we would be happy to stand by while you rest at your leisure. It’s our privilege to be at your disposal. We live to serve.” She wasn’t drunk on her newly minted authority as the latest inductee into the Premier Guard. She really wasn’t. It was simply a matter of common sense that if she gave her supposed ‘gifted’ servants a direct order, they should have jumped to obey her no matter how eagerly they wanted to serve. Supposedly. It wasn’t a leap at all to conclude with certainty that they were, then, no mere servants at all. They were daring to disobey her even behind a facade of servility because they had been instructed to by someone they feared more than her.

"You'll clean them when he's not there. You are a servant, nothing more. The fact that he spared your life doesn't make you special. It doesn't make you anything except lucky. Understand?" I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. "Good." She placed the clothes down. "These are your uniforms. Plain, practical, and identical to what every other omega servant wears. *"You're lucky, you know," she said quietly. "LMost traitors don't get second chances. Most traitors don't survive their executions. And none of them…ends up as personal servants to the king himself." "This is not luck," I said, my voice hoarse. "It is torture."

“Curse, or direct death, what will you choose, Alliah?” Finally cursing as he giggles in a devilish tone with the twisted expression he has right now. His servants a long and inside carriage he is with right now are oblivious to everything. Where somehow none of them notice his strange behavior, or perhaps they are all twinkled and conditioned to not hear or see anything and be the perfect doll their master could manipulate for. “Just what could this game leads everything into?”

One can ever imagine that such kind of thing exist in this lifetime. Due to the fact that Oliver doesn’t really trust other people, he had this kind of secrets that only he know for himself. It is also quite good, since not all of his servant would be loyal. So last to say and they would just pick up all the valuable things that they saw in the mansion. Although that kind of servant who are helping and cleaning the mansion, it was still the fault of Oliver from back then. He didn't save time for his life in the mansion and focused on his works.

“I don't care. I have been driving for years and never once have I had an accident. Give me the damn key.” He took them out and gave them to me. “Good, now run off,” he said. I started walking but he blocked the way. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Following you. Boss orders. I can't let you go out alone.” “Do you have a death wish?!” “If I disobey the master's orders.” “Move!” I ordered. “No,” he said calmly. “Get out of my way!” I yelled in an angry low voice. “I can't,” he answered.

“The service is starting.” “Dearly beloved,” The Priest starts. “We are gathered today on this Monday morning to support one of our very own. A pinnacle of strength in our chapel, Mrs. Park as she mourns the death of her child, Jack Park. A young promising life that was cut short unexpectedly by the hands of the evils that surround us in our community.” “That’s a new way to describe the mafia.” Rio jokes. “The evil. Has a nice ring to it.” “You really think the mafia killed Jack?”

I was going to pay my debt by serving his family, praying he would never see me in the shadows of the mansion he called home. ​The game wasn't just about the chase anymore. It was about survival. And Timothy Beckett had no idea that the girl he thought he’d rescued was about to become his mother’s newest servant.

He looked down at the tablet on his laps and swiped across its surface to assess what was going on in his apartment. He zoomed into the kitchen camera and saw his hired chef going about her business. Another swipe and he could see all the cameras in the apartment. He saw as Leila rushed about trying to meet up with the deadline he had set for her. It gave him a feeling of superiority over her as he watched her struggle and clean around the apartment. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the car stop. "Boss, we're here." Batista, his most trusted bodyguard told him quietly.

Abby complained once they had the chance to rest for a bit. Hailey almost agreed with her but she stopped herself from doing so. This work is her only means of survival now as its payment is the highest. She already stopped working with Madam Melody and the caretaker job is paying her so well. She just has to manage. "I might just quit this soon. Been receiving a lot of offers to start a new job" Abby continued talking. "Good for you" was all Hailey said. Unknown to her, a pair of dark eyes were scrutinizing each of her movements, watching her every move.