(Morgana's POV)
"Your highness, I heard your madam is bringing a guest over. Don't force anything and let me help you, okay?" Ayana said to me and I just nodded my head.
She's a stubborn one and never seems to treat me less than the royalty that I am.
She was casual with me when other maids were around, but would go to the extent of bowing her head when speaking to me in private.
She insisted that no matter how harsh the treatment of being a maid was, she won't let me forget who I am.
The treatment wasn't harsh, really, but Ayana counted every chore I did as humiliation.
She's a very rare being. Loyal to the core and at times, I felt bad for dragging her in this mess with me, but at the same time, I wondered what my world would have been without her by my side.
Her human form was so pretty that male guests that visited the Villa often drool at the sight of her.
She has big round eyes that looked so innocent like she had never experienced any hardship in life. Her dark irises are so deep in shade and intense.
When she smiles, it was so adorable that I felt like a mother admiring the existence that came through me.
She has an average height and long brown hair that still touched her waist, even after it was bound at the center of her head.
Her skin flawless and milky. Thanks to her healing abilities, there isn't any backlash of being a serving girl on her.
Her wounds healed as soon as it came and the lines that could have messed up her pretty legs and possible rough edges, cleared away as soon as it was becoming visible.
Her lips are pouty and naturally pinkish enough to be mistaken as being laced with lipstick. Eyelashes are long and thick, making her beauty shine more and adding a mature air around her cute facial.
She's so beautiful in and out.
She was more than a servant to me. She was like my baby sister, my friend, the only one that knew me and my heart never stopped breaking for all the things she had to suffer because of me.
Not long after Ayana informed me about my boss having a visitor coming, I heard my name called out loud.
"Morgana!"
It was my Madam's voice.
The 26 year old lady that my fate was sealed with.
She was the one I was meant to serve till my curse was over.
This is her second life.
During her first life, she was jealous of my beauty and complained about how all the men she brought at home began to act weird after seeing me.
She complained one of them even asked her to Introduce me to him.
One asked why a beautiful girl like me was working as a maid.
She was a brat and all of that hurt her pride. Whether she likes it or not, it would never cross her mind to fire me, because our faith was sealed.
In fact, she was possessive of me and just wanted me for herself.
By wanting me for herself, it wasn't in a good way. She could call me to come to her room and when I got there, she would ask me to change the channel of the television she was watching.
Alas, the remote was just right beside her.
She acts like ordering me around makes her feel like the world is beneath her feet.
I never once blamed her, because I blamed my fate as the cursed cat.
At the end, as if knowing I won't ever reject her anything, she called me inside her room one day and gave me a bottle of medicine to drink.
I was a proud illiterate, because I exist in this world as an adult and took care of her till she was at that current age, which is 21.
Why I was a proud illiterate? Obviously I have no use for the education and would leave this world anyway.
I was her nanny and then her personal maid after she grew as mature as I look.
No one around wondered why I and Ayana never aged. It was expected, because that's just how powerful we are in my world.
"It's poison. Drink it and die. I hate you." She said to me with a calm expression as if being possessed and I did as I was told.
I was meant to never reject her orders.
I drank the poison without hesitation and died after writhing in pain from the impact.
When I opened my eyes again, I was now working at a different home.
In fact, a different world, because if I remember correctly, she was russian then, but with the same face and a more mature attitude, she was half Arabian and half American now.
UAE, Sharjah and USA.
Her father was the arabian and despite leaving everything, including the tradition his family strongly believed in to pursue her mother, they still maintain their home with the Arabian culture implemented.
They are rare family in the country, because of how united they are, despite how most people around them find their ways ridiculous.
The couples gave birth to 8 children.
3 females and 5 males.
The males are to get married and make their parents' home their second house, either they bought another apartment outside or not.
The Villa has many rooms and each of them has their own quarters.
The ones that are yet to get married lived with them.
During the weekend, everyone of them were to come together for a family gathering, where they eat, talk and all the grandchildren get to remain close, since they get to play together weekly.
My fated master was the only one still yet to marry among the females, along with two of her brothers.
Each one of them in the house has their personal maid, including their parents, except the third born in the family.
An annoying man that I will leave his story for later, because I just hate thinking about his existence.
Ayana worked for one of my Madam's brothers who married into the house and chose not to get another house outside.
They deem it as a waste of money to buy a house when there's one available and his wife was okay with it.
Ayana took care of the couples and their two kids.
The other maids also have their own boss irrespectively.
We are 5 in numbers. A filipino lady named Amy.
A Nigerian lady named Lola.
An indonesian lady named Mutmana….
Sorry, I never get to grab the spelling of her name, but that was how it was pronounced, I think.
Ayana and I completed the list, to make it 5.
"Morgana!" Lola opened the door to my room and poked her head in.
"Your madam has a visitor and asked you to make tea for them." Lola left as soon as she informed me.
Ayana was definitely feeling uncomfortable again.
"Let me go serve them." She proposed.
"Ayana, I can take care of this." I said to her and leaned to lick her cheeks.
She blushed hard.
"Your highness, I'm not worthy of that." She said in a scolding tone.
As a cat, of course it's a common thing, but we've realized this sort of action has a tag to it in this world.
Lola had once asked the two of us if we are lesbians and even though I don't understand what that meant, I nodded my head.
She widened her eyes then, but then looked around and told us to be careful, but she will keep our secret.
I was confused, but up till date, I never asked her why licking someone become lesbian and lesbian being meant to be kept a secret.
I don't even know what those words meant, but I'm already defending it in my head, since it was meant to be kept a secret….
That didn't stop Ayana from the act though.
It was practically the main duty that revolves around her reason for being my maid in my world.
She would licked dirt away from my fur and did the same to my tears.
Heal my wound to avoid my parents noticing I'm getting involved in rough play and many more.
She's good at what she does and clearly, she finds it wrong that I licked her cheeks.
The situation we found ourselves in never made her see me anything less than her princess.
But I see her as my baby sister and that was a common gesture among siblings.
I patted her head and didn't respond to what she said.
I went to the kitchen and quickly boiled water and got a flask, in which I put in the lipton tea and immediately the water began making a sizzling sound, I poured it in the flask and, being a habit, I shook it as if mixing the water.
I was near the living room now, with a tray in my hand, in which the cup and flask laid.
Sniff! sniff!
Meow!
I was so shocked by the sound I made, that I nearly dropped the tray.
I smelled my favourite fish.
The aroma always got me excited, but it was so strong this time that the kitty in me makes an excited sound.
The aroma got stronger as I walked further in and my stomach growled.
I'm hungry.
I was taken aback to see the source of the intoxicating smell that got my entire body excited.
My ears are perking as if eavesdropping on something exciting and stomach craving to taste what was making that smell.
But it wasn't a fish y'all.
It was an alluring man with deep blue eyes.
And he's currently sizing me up and down with his eyes, with sparkling eyes.
Huh! What's happening to me.
Why is he smelling like my favourite fish?
(Drake's POV)Is it a crime to be good looking?Sorry sweetheart, but you're no way near my taste in women.Despite the rejection going on in my head, I was still being a gentleman and flowing along, as if I'm not getting the hint.I was sitting in the shotgun seat inside the car of my childhood friend, named Sarah.I've always known she was fond of me, since we are kids, but y'all, Arabian girls could be hard to play with, unless she's ready to be super secretive with it, but she couldn't even hide her feelings since she was young and manage to get her father weary of our playing together.Her father was very strict and due to that she managed to escape the naughty play we did when we are kids, where we pretend to be mommy and daddy, using a teddy bear as our child and stylishly trying naughty stuff.I always loved that play y'all, but well, at least she was never a victim, because the old Nanny her father informed to keep eyes on his kids
My heart thud loudly against my chest as I stare at her captivating features.I've never seen anything or anyone this beautiful in my entire life.Her silver hair was tied up, with her angelic facial out for display.It seems an angel had descent to grace the earth with heavenly beauty.Her movement was slow and I could feel that she's affected by me.As expected.Her eyes were glued to my own with curiosity. Golden irises, and I could swore it felt like there's a black slit in between the orbs, or not?God! Who is this?My eyes traced down to her well chiseled nose. Her heart shaped lips look luscious and ready to be devoured.Oh fuck! My testicles!Am I seriously getting a hard on right now?But I cannot stop my evaluation, as she was now near and in just a few more steps, I could confirm what she smells like.My eyes darted to her breasts. It wasn't excess
(Morgana's POV)My body started to feel restless from within.It was usually like this in my cat form, and seems to apply to this human body as well.I would feel very restless and would just complain repeatedly about feeling hungry like a brat till we got home from where we ventured to play for that day.Poor Ayana had to endure her own hunger and keep telling me to calm down and endure more, till we're home, but my human form had learned to be mature and not just act according to body want.I was able to push the hunger feeling to the back of my mind and walk forward, but curiosity still got the best of me and I couldn't break our eyes contact.The aroma got more intense as I am now closer to him.I could see everything he's doing, but was too drawn by curiosity as to why he smells this way to mind it.He checked out my breasts, curves and my lips weren't excluded.I could tell he wished he could turn me around and complete the
Sarah, who was now in front of her brother's room, eagerly knocked on the door."What!"An irritated tone was heard from inside, but as soon as Sarah claimed it's her, the door soon opened."He's here, Ahmed." Sarah said excitedly."He, who?" Ahmed asked with a calm expression.His sister just disturbed his sleep."Drake. Don't tell me you don't remember him. I even mentioned to you 2 months ago that he's back in town and I would try to reach him." Sarah gave him a disappointed look.Well, they all have a lot on their mind to keep track of a childhood friend that most certainly doesn't care.Sarah is the obsessed one.Ahmed flows along anyway, opening his mouth in a O shape and that actually makes his sister excited.She hit his shoulder in a hurry, urging him to go dress up, as he was only putting on his short.Not being allowed to say anything, he was pushed inside, while Sarah waited outside the door."Drake,
Meanwhile.After Lola walked up on them, Ayana protectively snuggled Morgana's face to herself and prevent Lola from seeing the princess crying.Lola doesn't look too comfortable with their position, clearly because she was against same gender being lovers, but she wasn't bitching about it either.She just gave them a nervous smile and quickly wanted to leave, but that's when Ayana's name was called and Lola eagerly volunteer to cover for her, since Ayana didn't even flinch when her boss called.Obviously, she never planned to stand up.After Lola left, Ayana pulled back and looked into Morgana's eyes."Your highness, are you alright now? Did something happen? You were fine before you left, so could it be the visitor?Please tell me what happened and I will get revenge for you, as long as it's the visitor." Ayana said with worry in her eyes.Morgana was done though. She was already comforted by the warm embrace of Ayana and not
"So, you two are this close. You even play games." Ahmed spoke up.He couldn't help but detect the main reason for Sarah being so eccentric over everything.Seems she likes Drake and based on how Drake wasn't even looking at her, Ahmed could tell the feeling isn't mutual.Now that he recalled Drake, he knew he was the lucky one, when it comes to girls.They always want to be friends with him. He's that pretty boy that even adults would even randomly give something to, claiming he's so adorable."Not really. Sarah has been in contact with me for a few years after I got overseas." Drake said.He didn't mention how his life was less lonely then, because of Sarah. Even though it was quite disturbing that the girl reached out to him all the time, he wouldn't deny that it helped.He had someone to play games with and talk to, before he adjusted to the new surroundings.He wouldn't have cut her off if she hadn't tried to give their relationsh
Morgana was as scared as she was pissed and hungry.Usually in her world, this favourite fish of hers was not in a can and didn't taste as heavenly, but she wasn't allowed to consume it everyday like her human body was able to do so.Her parents had said she would get sick and she had to mix her intake.But after arriving here, she could eat as much as she can and nothing happened. Perhaps her parents were wrong then, since she didn't actually go against them to test if she would get sick or not.Even if she does, she will be healed anyway, but still, her parents didn't want her to feel any sort of pain.Now back to the current situation, she had to walk fast because if felt so uncomfortable with this man behind her.Drake was again admiring the piece of art in front of him.The more she increases her pace to create distance, she must not notice, but her ass carelessly moves.Wow. Drake thought and at that moment, he doubt if t
So noisy! Morgana thought, her villainess side taking over her thinking.It was her curse and everything that tamed her spirit. She wouldn't be surprised if the entire clan didn't have a single doubt that she's dangerous, due to how vengeful she was.She lost it when angry and never backed down from a fight in which she would always win, since the opponent wouldn't want to hurt their princess and get into trouble with their ruler or her overprotective brother.She would agree she was a brat in a heartbeat and already knew how annoying it was to the receiver, since she raised her fated madam in the previous world before dying and the girl was the definition of brat.So many attitudes that one way or the other tally with her own, when she was still a pampered princess.Only Ayana was able to understand her and of course her friend who betrayed her.She was just a girl who wanted every