Surviving As An Obsessive Servant の小説・ストーリー

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.

With a deep breath, I braced myself, crouching behind the pillars, prepared to ambush her and hoping to catch her completely off guard. But to my surprise, a sharp pain shot through my left side, and I realized with a jolt that I had been stabbed. Looking up, I saw the servant standing there, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me," she pleaded frantically. "I didn't mean to. She's controlling me! Run away!" Instinctively, I sidestepped the first servant, but Luna had anticipated my evasion and sent another servant lunging towards me. With a quick tilt of my head, I narrowly avoided a deadly strike, though the servant's blade managed to graze my face.

I headed back to the servant quarters, because Chad was not home and I couldn't see Gina and I no longer worked for that witch Eleanor, so I practically had enough free time. As I walked through the hallway, I noticed a group of servants clustered together, their faces filled with a mix of concern and dread. They were packed tightly, their heads bent in unison, and their whispers created a hum of anticipation. My curiosity piqued, I altered my course and made my way over to the group. As I approached, they parted slightly, revealing a sleek, compact phone held by one of the younger servants. The screen glowed brightly, displaying a live stream. The servants' eyes remained fixed on the tiny s

“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.’’

“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.

A few disciples ran in and went to everyone. "We have a survivor!" A disciple yelled. The others grabbing the other bodies. Checking them over to try and save any of the others if possible. The only other surviving member happened to be the Servant boy that was there to take care of the food & drink needs. He could say nothing as he was out cold the entire time. An Elder walked in fuming mad. He turned to look at the other three Elders behind him.

She held it with both hands as though she wanted to sacrifice to a god with her head lowered. He smiled to himself at this thought as he felt he was right in his assumptions. To her, he was her god. Her savior. Her employer. She surely knew her place in here and she had to be very careful in order not to go beyond it or else, she would suffer the consequences.