Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

I try to push myself up. My arms shake. They won't cooperate. My vision blurs. I stare toward the door. I need to call someone. Damien. Cassian. Anyone. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Then the door opens. My blood runs cold. The same servant stands there. She quietly closes the door behind her. She doesn't look surprised to see me on the floor. She walks toward me. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly. I try to move backward.

“But I never would’ve put her in his crosshairs.” Zoey swirled her drink. “Maybe she put herself there.” Before I could answer, the elevator pinged, and two of my crew stepped out, Nico and Ash. Nico had that permanent smirk plastered on his face, the kind that made everyone wonder if he was amused or seconds away from killing someone. Ash was quieter, leaner, a shadow that always saw too much. “Boss,” Nico said, nodding toward the mess on the floor. “Are you decorating or losing it again?”

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

Justin entered a lock code and placed his fingers on a rectangular thing for it to scan his fingerprints then the door opened after a loud echoed number of metallic and wooden clatterings from inside the house. "Come on in." He ushered after he went in. "Good morning sir. I am Mike Matthew, your recently employed servant." A young looking hot dude about mine or Justin's age came from behind us and greeted us in accost. Justin took the action of looking at him from top to toe then shrugged. "I'll give you a list of rules that you have to follow because my father really forced me to employ you. I don't need a servant and not a male." He screwed up, knitted his brows and sucked his teeth.

"Of route, we attempted a transfusion, however for a few causes, his blood kind maintains shifting, making all blood kinds incompatible. This is in all likelihood a sort of curse produced via way of means of the poison. In different phrases, as soon as he bleeds dry there may be no desire for recovery. Even proper now, the blood loss is slowly draining his existence drop via way of means drop. If this maintains -- he probable handiest has sooner or later left to live." Anna's phrases had been absolutely emotionless. But her face turned full of suffering. Trisha turned into the same. Only Isabella became away expressionlessly and walked closer to the elevator. "What a silly guy. No self-focus

“You can mark me and call me yours, but it won’t buy you my obedience.” “You think you’re above it?” he said, eyes bright, voice low and dangerous. “You think the mark doesn’t bind you? It does. Don’t test me.” I laughed, this time small and ugly, because the poison of it rose in me like bile. “Test you? I live with you. I sleep under the same roof. I do what you order half the time just to keep the rest of them from looking at me with pity. That’s survival.” He leaned forward so fast my breath hitched. “Survival is the rule I set. You survive because I permit it.”

The servant stood for a moment, waiting. "If you don't eat it now, the food will get cold. Or if you want something else, I'll get it for you," the servant said again. Jasmine sighed deeply. "I'm not hungry. Just take the food back," she said flatly. The servant looked nervous, glancing at the camera installed in Jasmine's room with fear. "Miss, if you don't eat, I'll get in trouble. So please cooperate," the servant whispered lowly, pleading. Jasmine saw the fear in the servant's eyes, realizing that she wasn't the only one trapped in this place. These servants might also be under Seth's control.

“Good. Necessary is always easier to swallow than guilt, though sometimes they taste the same.” I felt my stomach twist. Guilt. Necessary. Death. Survival. Lines I had drawn for myself, rules I had memorized, suddenly blurred under the weight of his gaze “You think too much for a servant,” he said quietly, almost a murmur, almost not directed at me but I felt it land anyway, a spark on dry kindling in my chest “I think as I must, Alpha,” I said, smooth, practiced. “To survive.” “Survival,” he repeated. His tone wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t cruel. It was careful, curious, slow. Dangerous in a quiet way. “And yet here you are, standing in the chamber of the Alpha, knowing things that would make l