Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

Leon on her left bare chested, tattoos stark against pale skin, head bent close to hers, murmuring something that made her lips curve in sleepy half-smile. Brian’s brows knit teeth clenching. He was furious. “You son of a bitch—” I leaned in until our faces were inches apart. “She survived,” I told him softly. “She’s alive. Surrounded by men who don’t sell her when the chips are down.” “You’re a demon.”He snapped. I straightened, tapping the drill’s trigger once. “Some people like to think that. ” I corrected. I pressed the button fully. The drill screamed back to life.

The servant shuddered. The Miss had only instructed him to bump into the guest. She hadn't said anything about compensation! And it was a diamond watch! The heirloom diamond watch from the Rhoads family would cost him more than he could ever repay if he worked his whole life! "It wasn't me!" The servant ran over, urgently pleading. "Fool, how dare you behave like this in front of the guests!" Sophia suddenly said as she realized something. But it was all too late. "It was Miss!" The servant's voice cracked as he screamed.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

He said, giving a wicked but alluring smirk. She could now feel his breath on the skin between her ears and neck as He spoke to her. His breath was sensitive to her skin that she never could believe she could have such a strange and wonderful feeling after he spoke very close to her. She was with her Mr. Evidence once again! "You are tickling me." She said the moment she felt his finger slowly moving around her neck. "You are tickling me and…" He interrupted. "Yeah. I know. You are my caregiver, which means you are my servant now and I determine what I do with my servant. You are my servant and you are subjected to me. I can tickle you when ever and how ever I want." He replied.

But knowing Sarah, she wouldn't take no for an answer, especially not on my birthday. Tucking my phone back in, I walked further down the street. I was turning twenty-one. Twenty-one years of nothing but pain, regrets, and a life filled with unending troubles. Debts to pay, a younger brother to feed, and a father to take care of. Happy birthday to me then. Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder got me spinning around. It was one of the men who had demanded I serve them. Had he been following me? "Have you been following me?" I asked, apprehension in my voice.

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

She held them tightly— very tight burying her face between them as she wept uncontrollably. " My babies... my lovelies..." She sobbed. Tony went closer, placing his hand on her shoulder, helping her breathe and stand erectly. Audrey wiped her tears quickly, took a deep breath, and held the children's hands tightly as they all walked towards the elevator. As the door shut, the workers inside stared at them. Why is Miss Wilson leaving with the children master Smith called his own? She looks like their mother. Could she be his mistress? Whispers followed them, but Audrey didn't notice.

I nodded. “Alright, thank you. The footage.” He stuffed his hand in his suit pocket and left. I sighed and placed my hand on the chair, shoulders up and arms straight. I wished I could hear everyone's story of them becoming a servant here. We could be classified as servants, being a worker is just on the surface. One of us would either save another if we got revenge. Or rather, I save everyone because I have an upper hand. Funny. 'An upper hand that always got you killed', my inner voice is always making me feel less. Maybe it's just the truth.

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

Someone knew our secret and sought to take me, killing everyone who got in the way. But they didn't get me, and I knew they would come for me again if anyone found out I was still alive. Zane's parents could have even been the ones who did it; the thought of that made me sick to my stomach. "I'll be okay. I'll find a way out of this." I whispered to myself. Being a servant was a blessing in disguise. It kept me out of the focal point despite Amelia's efforts to get me noticed for her own twisted pleasure.