American Horror Stories Maid Novels & Stories

She didn't even know why this happened so suddenly. She earnestly wished and prayed that Roman would be here but that wasn't possible Another maid who noticed what happened came up to them and from behind she hit the maid that had come to help the maid and she got scratched with Hayley claws behind her neck and she collapsed to the floor. I gasped using my hand to cover over my mouth in shock. “It's fine miss, she is just asleep. You can now wipe her memory” the strange maid said to me. “I'm Dora, i am also a werewolf like you, well not like you obviously because you are a high blood and i am, well simply a nobody” she said to hayley, noticing she seemed a whole lot confused

The maid asked. “We have been friends for years, and we departed, I heard she is now the Luna of the wolf pack, that seems like a great accomplishment.” Mia said. “I was told Izzy is evil but never had a child once.” The maid said. “Look more into her.” Mia ordered. The maid nodded, and it turns out she isn’t an ordinary maid, she is a vampire. That night, Izzy sat alone in her room, staring at the mirror. Her fingers tingle.

“No! They are lying to you, Master! Everyone here saw her break my fingers! She is evil! A monster child who should never have been born! She-” In a blur of motion, Matthias snapped. His hand shot out fast. A loud, sickening crack echoed through the dining hall. He twisted the maid’s neck with one powerful move. Her eyes went wide for a second, then her body went limp. He tossed her onto the stone floor like a broken doll. No one breathed. “Take this trash out,” Matthias ordered his men standing by the door. “Throw the body into the forest. Let the beasts feed on it.” The men moved quickly. They grabbed the maid’s arms and dragged her lifeless body across the floor, leaving a small trail. Th

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

I tell the maid, who dips her head in acknowledgment. “There are still a few hours until the night, so you have plenty of time to get ready. We will draw you a bath and bring you fresh clothes to wear so you can go outside,” The maid states further, “Please excuse me, I must attain to these duties.” “Of course, thank you, Dori,” Alexander adds, and Dori the maid bows her head towards him before exiting the room. Alexander looks back at me, “Well, that was unexpected.” “A witch?” I question, “I didn’t realize that this was a magical ritual.”

The maid's smile, which seemed warm but was undeniably unsettling, lingered as she turned and left. After the maid disappeared from view, Hermosa suddenly realized her skin was covered in goosebumps. The maid's smile had been too bright, but there was something chilling about it. The way she looked at her felt cold and hollow, making Hermosa's skin crawl. Still shaken by the earlier scare, Hermosa realized her throat was dry, and it felt like smoke was rising from her chest. She instinctively picked up the juice from the table and drank it in one gulp. Within moments, a strong wave of drowsiness washed over her, her eyelids growing heavy, her body weighed down as if all her energy had been d

“Ma’am, you can't be here. This is a… “ the maid trailed off as Aurora raised her hand without looking up at her or shifting her focus from the book. The maid froze and Aurora opened the book. It was an ancient book of spells and it was way better than the one Lucino burnt or the one she was reading in Tanya’s place. Aurora closed the book and finally turned to the maid. “Oh,” she muttered and stared at her as she walked towards her. She got to her and poked her cheek. There was no movement from the maid. Aurora smirked and headed out of the basement with the book. She got out and snapped her finger. The maid in the basement regained consciousness and wondered what had happened or what she w

A maid who came into the room with a brush in hand halted at the sight and stared at her in shock. It was just the maid's bad luck that Helmina noticed her and turned with rage written all over her face. With bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, she looked just like a witch who was out for human meat. "What? Do I seem unsightly? Do I seem ugly and old like a hag? Spit it out! I dare you to say it, you ungrateful wench!"

Seeing me, she didn't even greet me and the way she reacted, she definitely recognize me. Trying to ignore her, we tried to enter but she blocked the entrance. "I’m very sorry, but we’ve been instructed not to allow you in," the maid said boldly. "What? Are you crazy? How dare an ordinary maid act so pompous? Don’t you know who she is?" May yelled at her, but the maid just scoffed. "Of course I know. She was the bastard brought to this house, but it turns out she’s not just a bastard but a witch who killed her own parents and tried to frame someone else for it."