Battle Maid Novels & Stories

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

Savy looked at him and said, "You don't understand, Stanley. A lot has happened. I was holding back initially because I've been scared ever since you woke up. I was wondering the impact it would have on you if I tell you about the mistake you made, but I don't think I can keep this from you." "What are you talking about?" Stanley asked. She sighed, "Well, the girl earlier, the one I said was your maid, her name is Lana. You bought her from the black market." "I went to the black market," Stanley asked. "Yes," Savy replied. "Terry was the one who took you there, and he was the one who convinced you to buy her. You brought her back home as your maid, and we were planning our wedding when you d

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

She was tall and curvy, and very beautiful. They joined Dante at the table as Zoëlla served them dinner. “This is my cousin Dante, and the maid Zoëlla." Alejandro introduced emphasising on the word maid. “Nice to meet you, Dante," Jovena added ignoring Zoëlla. Just as Zoëlla was about joining them at the table, Alejandro stopped her. “Disculpe, no se permiten sirvientas en esta mesa." He rudely said shocking Dante and Zoëlla. “I don't even know why I started developing feelings for you, a common maid. And that's what you'd ever been." He spat as Zoëlla ran off to the garden with Jovena laughing.

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

She was way too beautiful and gorgeous to be in the league of the maids. By default, we arose to our feet as soon as she entered, our hands clasped in front of us, and our heads bowed. "Look up everyone and listen attentively". The lady said, with a raised brow. "I am madam Lorretta, the head maid of the Palace". She said. 'What?!'. I exclaimed inwardly. A maid? Hell no! I was stunned to think such a beautiful damsel was simply a maid, although she was the head maid as she rightly said.

Maybe someone who doesn't like kira and wants to be the Master escort,"I replied. "What do you mean?"The other maid asked. "I mean someone here also wants to be the Master escort and also hate kira very much and wants to get rid of her,"I replied. "How could someone do that?"The maid muttered to herself and I smirk wickedly. 30 MINUTES LATER** Madam Theresa's right hand maid came downstairs with the laxative's container in her hands. She had a frown on her face as she entered the kitchen, making all eyes turn to her.

She straightened her back and stood in a proper manner, although her forehead was still trickling with sweat. Seeing the maid was calm and composed now, Matthew asked, "who are you?" "Pardon my rudeness, I am nothing but an ordinary maid serving under the Noble House of Crystal." "A Noble?" Matthew asked again. The word 'Noble' gave a clue to them. "Yes sir, I did not come here intentionally but I only stumbled upon your presence," said the maid. Matthew only smiled awkwardly. "Okay…" "I came here because I saw milady's presence amongst you."

She may not have spoken the words out loud but her face said something about the others being fake. Mae Darkthorn. Silas Darkthorn's first wife. People referred to her as Madam Chief. She had a huge disgust for maids because her maids coveted her husband and he made them his wives right under her nose. News had it that Silas Darkthorn indeed respected and valued her more than the other wives and never clipped her wings. Mae never appeared in magazines or newspapers. You won't see her. Not one single picture of her. Because she made it so. The truth was that she was not just married to a powerful husband but her family was equally powerful.

he told me. "Liar!" I was surprised when three maids with color black uniforms appeared. Their uniforms has different design from the first one who arrived. The first maid looked at the three and tormented them hard. "Really destructive! Fine!" She faced me. "I'm Maid Tanna," she introduced herself to me. "We are the Three Musketeers!" the three said at the same time with their arms crossed. "I'm Maid Lilie!" "I'm Maid Nela!" "And I'm Maid Concha!"