A Capable Maid Novels & Stories

She had a nice voice too, I must confess. Jones? Was I just imagining things, or could she be a member of the Jones family? She couldn’t be. Maybe it was just a coincidence that the surname matched. If she was from the Jones family, what would she be doing here, searching for a job as a maid? But even if she wasn’t from the Jones family, still why was she be looking for a maid’s job? I looked at her from head to toe. She didn’t look like one. Her skin was flawless, and she had the latest iPhone 13 Pro Max in her hands. So why would she want to be a maid?

No matter how grumpy you are, you're still a human being. I walked over and crouched beside him. "Sir Ethan?" I called softly. The only response I got was a faint groan. He was completely passed out. "Sir Ethan, I'll help you to your room." Since he didn't answer, I carefully helped him to his feet. I immediately grimaced. Goodness... you're heavy! I'm a housemaid, not a caretaker for drunk people! As we slowly climbed the stairs, I couldn't stop complaining in my head. You drink like there's no tomorrow, but you can't even handle your liquor.

"That area is restricted for a reason. You don't just give access cards to maids." "You're not just a maid." His hand came up to cup her face. "Are you, Sarah?" The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning she couldn't quite parse. "I don't know what you mean." "Don't you?" His thumb traced her cheekbone. "You're brilliant. Observant. Resourceful. You notice things other people miss. You ask questions that go deeper than surface level. You're not just a maid, Sarah. You're something more." Her heart hammered. Did he know? Was this his way of telling her he knew?

I'm owned by my master. "Must be hard for you," he said sympathetically. "No, not really. I'm my master's personal maid," she said rather casually. Mighell understood that being a personal maid is the highest ranking of a maid because she serves the master, the highest ranking person in the house. But if the master is an abusive or terrible person, then the personal maid would suffer. He didn't get why Patience was so happy to be 'owned' by someone. If it was him, he would die or try to escape to gain his freedom.

Her presence was surprisingly comforting. After a few minutes of silence, a knock at the door broke the calm. I grumbled in annoyance, motioning for Emmeline to open the door. A maid entered with my dinner, bowing before me. "Greetings, my Lord." I waved in response, and she set my food on the table. As she worked, I caught the scent of a blood witch. How could a blood witch be a maid? They were the most powerful witches, known for their longevity and bourgeois lifestyle. They possessed the ability to see visions and the past, helping them navigate the world.

Emma. “Hey, you!” I turned to see Marissa calling from the opposite direction with Mary and Brittney beside her looking like side slaves for Marissa. I finally put the mop into the bucket filled with soapy water, facing them completely now. What do these cockroaches want? If they think they could mess with me, they should expect the complete opposite because I'm not as soft. “What do you want… Maid?” I replied, giving her the same energy, my voice echoing in the living room as I slowly slurred the new title I had given her.

"My name is Bianca. I'm the chief maid here, level 3." I've been hearing about the levels given to maids since I came here. "If I may ask, why is..... what's the reason behind the levels?" "Luna," I signaled with my hand that she should forget about that. "Just call me ma'am." "Okay ma'am." She said with a nod of her head. "The essence of the levels is an age grading, the oldest maids from thirty years up are level 1, level 2 are for 24-29 while the level 3 are from 23 below, that's the last level."

The maid said, her voice stern and calm as she tried to calm the woman down. “But I don't want to stay in here. I want to go out just as everyone does. I have the right to go out, I have the right to roam around and I have the right to do what I want. I have a prisoner here. But that does not mean that I'm held captive.” She said, choosing to contradict herself, choosing to play with her words. The maid looked at her, studying her expression for a moment before she shook her head.

I knew what she was capable of. "So, where's he?" She asked again, looking intently at her with a not-so-good glare. "He's upstairs. I'd just go call him now." She answered, with innocence written all over her face. "I didn't ask you to." She spat, smirking at her. "Sorry ma'am," She apologized respectfully and left. Mum's words and looks were intimidating. The maid looked so pathetic. I didn't really care much about it, though. All the time they discussed, I fixed my gaze at the maid. She looked so beautiful and had lovely grey eyes, just like mine. I didn't want to be carried away, though.

I added. She chuckled softly. “You are so kind. I’m the chief maid,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Oh,” I mouthed, feeling embarrassed by my assumption. Clearly, no one owns a house like this without having maids. It must be nice to have people to take care of everything for you. As I waited for Tiana , I scanned around the house, her home was well designed and beautiful, nothing like mine. My home was old and always had a new problem, it was so often that I had learnt to do most repairs myself and I find myself wishing I was born wealthy.