Battle Maid Novels & Stories

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

I pushed, praying for her to say it so I can finally vent my anger. "Who do you think you are? You're just a cheap slut who thinks she can seduce her way into easy life!" Maid two said, her appearance is nothing to write home about. "Ohh, you think I'm worthy enough to seduce the oh so mighty Mr Damon? You think too highly of me sweetie, but I'll have to thank you for that, you know you'll never be able to seduce anyone with a face like that!!" I smiled overly sweetly.

" My Lord please send a female nurse and examine , Young lady thighs and back ; she will be able to tell whether we spoke the lies or not " The head maid was already sold off to a far away land and this was all because of this Madam of her's! She has been in this house since she was a young girl , now all thanks to this second madam , at such an old age she was sold off to a run down place , how could she not be hateful of her! Thus ; The head maid decided to broke off from her former madam and decided to drag her down along with her ! If she couldn't stay here then what right does this slut of a woman has to live peacefully ? Sir Kaisen looked at the stunned Lady Marie who seemed a little

Chapter 36 The moment we step in ,three maids walked toward us. ',good afternoon ma' ' good afternoon sir' they chorused. ',those are your maids Caro' mark said,I nod as I looked at them from head to toe as if they are not human. The smiles on their face vanished. ' this is Brenda,the cook, Tia the cleaner and barbie your personal maid' mark said,as the maids nod ,I was speechless. ' this is Caro, your mistress,don't think I employ you. She is the one.so try all your helps to respect her' mark said. The maid nod.

“But the Alpha chose—” “The Alpha is blind,” I cut in. “Drugged by fake moans and staged towel slips. You think that bath ritual was sacred? I was there. I heard her squeak like a mouse when the salt touched the water. I saw her blush on cue. Everything about her is rehearsed.” The third maid—Lila—shrank back. “We… we don’t know anything about that…” “Of course you don’t.” I folded my arms, letting the silence stretch until it hurt.

That was rude. The maid rolled her eyes, “Don’t be too full of yourself just yet. We’ve seen people like you come and go. We know why you would still choose to marry the young master even though within you, you detest him to the bone… but let me tell you, gold digger, you can never and will never be my mada-” “Smack!”

Tonight was the night of my first date with Mark, and I was being pampered and prepared by the skilled hands of the maids. The process began with a luxurious bath drawn by Martha, one of the most experienced maids in the household. She had a knack for creating the perfect temperature and adding just the right amount of scented oils to the water, turning the simple act of bathing into a decadent experience. As I soaked in the fragrant bubbles, Martha expertly washed and massaged my hair, leaving it silky smooth and shining.

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

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.

she pleaded, voice trembling with hope. A strikingly handsome man stood at the doorway to the luxurious hotel suite he’d reserved. Tall, well over six feet, he strode in, clearly pleased by the scene before him. On the bed lay a woman, her body bound, her pale skin contrasting the cream-colored floral dress she wore. “Please help me. I beg you, untie me,” Cordelia implored, sensing someone approach. The handsome stranger didn’t reply. He simply smirked, a thin smile tugging at his lips. “Perfect. You’re stunning.”