A Capable Maid Novels & Stories

Anyways, all of these will be mine someday. The middle-aged woman named Head Maid Annie introduced the maid which goes by the name Kara. That maid called Kara just nodded her head at me, avoiding my outstretched hand. ‘For real. I also don’t want to hold your hand!’ This filthy thing! She dared not to hold my hand! Hold it in, hold it in. If I don’t hold back myself, I am just gonna drag her out of this mansion and beat the hell out of her. Hold it in….

“I’m sorry about that. This place isn’t as bad as you think. Cardo even went out of his way to make this room very comfortable for you,“ The maid said as she dropped the food on the center table which was in front of the TV in my room. “He what? I don’t understand,“ I said to the maid and she just smiled in response. Who was this maid? She was even calling him by his first name, no scratch that, she even shortened his first name, which means they were on a first-name basis. “Never mind. Don’t worry about anything, you are safe here and nothing will happen to you,“ She said with a confident smile. I scoffed. Was this some kind of joke? Did she just say I would be safe? When in reality I was b

I chuckled heartily because of what it said: "You're acting like we're friends if you talk to me like I'm not your boss. A maid should respect their boss, am I right?" It's unfair if I respect you then what about me. It's like a rag that you're just trampling on because I'm just a maid and you're the boss, it's like you're being served as a king Yes, it may seem like that, but did you know that helpers also have rights, they/we are human beings, and we have a family to support.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

The power of multitasking which appears to only be borne by women. As I watched the maid and Liam interact, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards Ben for hiring such a wonderful staff. Being a boy Mom was no easy task and Ben's staff had made sure I took a well-deserved rest every now and then. The maid, whose name tag read "Maria", caught my eye and smiled warmly. "Hello, Mrs. Ana. I was just getting Liam ready for bed. Would you like me to finish up?" I shook my head, walking over to Liam. "No, Maria, thank you. I'll take it from here. You've done a great job, as always."

, the maid replied, " what are you doing here?" " Running some personal errands", " Personal errands?", she raised her brow. " Ha ha, just kidding, I'm running some errands for the chief maid", " Oh, is he back?", " Not yet, but he'll be back soon", " Okay, so, what's the message?", " You don't have to serve master tonight, I'll do it", " What?!", The maid was surprised, she stopped drying the dishes and turned fully at Sandra. " Why do you want to do that? You have your own task", The maid asked sounding irritated, ' are you trying to take my job from me'.

Would I be able to handle my responsibilities? The next morning, I woke up early to prepare myself for my first day at work. I turned around to see a woman standing there, her eyes filled with curiosity. She had a stern expression on her face, but there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. "I'm Ley, the new maid," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my nervousness. The woman looked me up and down, assessing me. "Well, Ley, you better be prepared. This mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Many maids have come and gone, unable to handle the demands of this place."