A Capable Maid Novels & Stories

now I will introduce you to maid. there are 3 maid 1 lami she is 24 years old 2 jemile she is 22 years old 3 is boss of maid and old one Orville she is 53 years old and there is butler name frane who handle security and financial matter and he is loyal to their master now it's morning time their food is ready and maid woke up them in morning. Orville have mother nature so she always stay strict towards everyone now velliam and pokeri doing breakfast together

If it wasn’t for the maid outfit, I would probably mistaken her for a noble lady. But the thing that makes me admire her is for her undying patience. Siya lang yata ang tumagal na personal maidservant ni Lady Marina. Everyone was either placed in another task or been kick out. I heard from Janna and Mary na palaging inaaway ni Lady Marina si Rita, she always blame her in every little mistake, and make her do things nonstop.

Carbone was there. Her voice was low, but each word was a blade. “Out. Come back tomorrow if you’ve learned what hands are for.” The cook muttered an apology and vanished, the kitchen’s rhythm never faltering. Maya kept polishing, her wrists beginning to ache. A tall maid swept past, leaning in just enough to whisper, “Never speak to the boss unless he speaks first. And never, ever ask about his business.” Then she was gone, blending back into the quiet machine of the kitchen.

Her sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying. “By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.” Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired. Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! ***

I remember seeing her when I visited Adrian; she was in charge of the other maids and seemed older than the rest. Are you talking about the older woman? Wasn't she among them? I believe you're referring to Chief Maid Mrs. Hawkins, who was incredibly kind to me during my time as a maid in Adrian's house. I don't know her personally, but I do know she's older than the others, he replied.

the maid looked at the child in her arms with an incomparable envy. "When you find the person you love in the future, you can also have children and live a happy life," Clarice laughed. "Do you think so? I'm afraid no one will like someone like me in this lifetime," After the maid heard this, she was really confused. "Why do you say that?" The maid seemed to be in her twenties and had a fairly pretty face, though she couldn't be considered the beauty that people called, she was still young and looked very beautiful. At such a young age, why was she so desperate for the future?

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

Manang Fe said. Manang Fe is considered the head of the maids in the Buenavistas' mansion. Aside from being the oldest, she is also the one the Buenavistas most trust. "Manang, take it easy," Chelsea said when she saw Manang Fe screaming. "Good morning to you! I'm sorry for the noise. I'm rushing these things because we still have a lot to do," Manang Fe said while wiping the window. "Is that so? Alright, let me help you there. I'll take care of that so you can start the rest of your work," Chelsea said as she approached the window to clean it.

His brows lifted slightly before he gave me a slow, approving nod. “It seems I was right about you, Miss Girlie. You have more brains than the one I had yesterday—whose head, I’m convinced, was completely empty.” My lips parted in shock. Wow. Calling someone brainless like that? But instead of reacting, I forced a polite smile. “Sir Kenzo, is this really necessary—to learn things like this as a maid in the mansion?” “Yes. Every maid must pass through me. They need to learn loyalty, discipline, and the ability to follow without delay. This mansion does not welcome slow minds. Do you understand?”

“What can you do?” Her face lit up, and she straightened, eager. “I can cook. And clean. I’ve done it all my life.” She hesitated, clearly remembering something painful. But then she forced a determined smile. “I’ll be your maid,” she declared. “I’ll cook whatever you want. I’ll clean the walls, the floors, every crevice, every nook and cranny. I’ll do it all.” Luciano exhaled slowly, his mind already calculating. Keeping her close would be beneficial.