Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

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.

“You must be freezing.” I blinked. Kindness. I hadn’t expected kindness. “What is this place?” She lowered her voice. “A prison.” Before I could ask another question, another maid called her away. Volkov gestured toward a grand staircase. “Your room.” “I’m not staying.” “You are.” “I’ll escape.” “You’ll try.” His smile returned. “And I’ll enjoy watching you fail.” I glared at him. “You don’t know Killian.” “No.” His expression darkened.

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.

“We survive. We fight. When the time comes, we end her obsession—or it ends us.” The mysterious figure stepped forward, mist curling around them, face partially obscured. “There’s more you don’t know,” the voice said. “Her obsession runs deeper than you imagine. But together, you can survive.” Adrian studied them carefully. “Then we trust cautiously. For survival. Not for anything else.”

"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.

I said flat and he swallowed like he wanted to start and stop at the same time and I noticed He said “I heard something” and I raised my brow and he cleared his throat and said “It’s about the Blue Moon pack and someone returning” I leaned back against the wall and let the silence hang heavy and he kept going “Rumor says a survivor has returned as a servant in Black Crest” and I felt my chest tighten “Servant?” I said slowly and my hand twitched near the table and I didn’t mean it but Orlan noticed “Yes” he said “She’s new apparently and she moves quiet and observes”

She feels very upset because the problem is now getting worse. Servant glared so wide that Gemma automatically kept her hands ready in case his eyeballs slipped and fell. “What should I do?!” Servant asked, half screaming, half howling in a shrill, hoarse voice. Sarah pointed Alfhild at Servant’s head. “If I kill you, will your soul be able to get out of it?” Servant raised his hand in surprise. “It’s not that easy, Miss.” “There’s no harm in trying.”