Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

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.”

Noticing that Faye had begun to push the scissors deep until she left a bloody cut on her throat, the servant was petrified! “I’m going to say this for the last time. Get out of my way, or else I’m ending my life,” Faye said in a very determined tone. The servant was caught in a difficult position. Osiris had ordered her to watch Faye. If she were to die in her care, it would be the end of her life too. Just as she was caught in a difficult position, the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the outside. Soon afterward, a bantering voice said. “Sheesh, miss. You’ve just returned home for a few days, but you’re already committing suicide?”

What if the shuck attacks really are getting worse? I try not to let the panic settle in my chest, but it creeps in anyway. I haven’t seen Zev in days—not that I’m looking. And when I do see him, he avoids my gaze like a coward. Kira, on the other hand, never misses a chance to remind me of what I am. Alyssa the Omega. The servant. The entitled traitor. I’m crouched behind the smithy, catching a breath, the scent of iron and smoke still thick in my nose. My fingers rub absently at the small scar along my wrist. A reminder that I am a survivor.

She scribbled again, hands trembling. [The laws forbid servants from being familiar with their masters.] I stared at the words. My throat tightened. “I’m not the law,” I said. “I’m just… me. I don’t see you as lesser, Kiva. You’re not trash. You’re not beneath me. We’re both just trying to survive in a place that feeds on obedience.” She covered her mouth with her hand, blinking fast. Then she wrote again, slower this time. [You’re very kind.]

"I didn't know our Director was so annoying and weird. Come to think of it, and I didn't get fired as long as I wanted to be a servant at his house. Didn't he do that on purpose to get revenge on me!" Unlike Alesya, Bianca just stared, surprised to hear what Alesya said. "Are you serious? Can you be made a servant at his house? But, if you think about it, being a servant in his house, I think I want to too. Which woman doesn't want to live in the Director's house, which people say is the most expensive Mansion with historical value and the architect? Alesya, you are fortunate." "Huh. Bie, don't talk carelessly. How good is it to be a male servant like Mr. Director? It's bad luck! Never mind,

“Whatever you want then tell us, miss, this is a very serious matter, and I also don't want you to think that I don't want to help you at all, because I am also your servant and I must be truly obedient and loyal to you.” Mia nodded her head again then she smiled, actually she was so sure that none of the servants dared to argue and betray, because they all knew the risks after doing that, that's why Mia was confident enough if the people behind her were so much than Mia could use many hands to commit her crimes to get whatever she wanted.

“You will work. You will obey. And when called, you will kneel. If you fail, you will not be punished. You will be erased. Bone by bone. Memory by memory. We will leave no trace of your existence. Not even a whisper.” A hush fell so deep I could hear the breath hitching in someone’s throat. “Make no mistake,” he continued, “this is not mercy. This is dominance. You are not here to be saved. You are here to serve.” He stepped down from the dias, each stride slow and deliberate, boots echoing across the stone. “Those of you who survive,” he said, now pacing in front of us, “may be granted purpose. The rest…” He stopped. “Will feed the roots of the forest.”

Qeiza tried to release herself from Ansel’s grasps, but he was very agile in reading her movements. HOP! Unpredictably, Ansel’s stocky arms had lifted her slim body and carried her toward the couch. “You are crazy, Sir!” Qeiza insulted him as soon as he sat her on the couch. Ansel smiled slightly. “I don’t like any kind of rejections,” he insisted. “So, be obedient and everything will be easy.” “One more,” he added. “Keep that ‘Sir’ away. I do hate your formal attitude.” Qeiza clenched her teeth, feeling so upset with the powerful attitude shown by Ansel.

My dreadful father had always wondered how I miraculously stayed alive, despite all the hate around me. Even the Omegas were not treated as harshly as I was. I survived by staying low, quiet, and obedient while studying every nook and corner. Every character. And every careless gossip. Being a servant is what I’ve done my whole life. It silently gave me access where others couldn't reach. With it, I tricked the guards, prevented rape and deadly schemes from Miranda and Beth.

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.