Battle Maidens Novels & Stories

Bella took an excuse and she exit. Monica sat down happily, feeling satisfied. "Get back to your senses Monica, she is our classmate, your age mate" "So? What matters is that she's just an housemaid. She probably cooked the food you're eating, probably washed your clothes too and mopped everywhere. She is just a freaking maid" " She is and she's not, she would be attending our school tomorrow " "What?" She exclaimed. "I mean why?" "Maybe you should learn how to stop looking down on someone. Oh just because I said she's a maid, you thought all she ought to do every now and then is the domestic house chores? You least expected her to attend our school of all schools?"

The Academy was shitty and the more I stayed here, the more prone I was to compromise my values and do things I never thought I'd be capable of. "Girls, get ready," Madame's high-pitched voice rang from downstairs and the girls groaned. Madame could be nice when she needed to be, but she made sure no one disobeyed her. Rumour had it that she was very good at finding out secrets and using them to control males. It made me wonder whether males tended to be overly talkative when they were having sex. The business was booming for her. She had a handful of girls who were tagged 'unbreedable,' made up of omega females, slaves, and refugees like me who were objects of the males' darkest fetishes.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

the lady asks her, waiting for her reply. Anna is scared for her life, she believes that she has violated one of the rules by trespassing in the palace and she will not be forgiven. She gulps, nervous and frightened both at the same time, in a low voice she manages to speak, “I am not a mugger and I am not trespassing.” The lady sighs deeply, walking forth, her hands intertwining together. From her appearance, she seems quite relaxed and Anna manages to say, “I am one of the - I was actually here for the maid position. I applied here and -” The lady interrupts her once again, “Then you should be out in the queue.” And to her answer, Anna utters, “I was. But I -” The lady does not let her spe

Apart from Mary, there were five other maids who were staying in the mansion and helping Housekeeper Alvin to take care of it. The owner of the Mansion did not like people staying too long in the mansion thinking that it makes their loyalty decrease. Thus, he would always keep on changing the set of maids that would be serving in his mansion every month. If anyone does anything that is unacceptable, they would directly be punished and would never be given any chance to further serve their family.

I needed better pep talks. Mari, my maid and only friend, gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze—a gesture that felt far from comforting because it confirmed my misery was obvious to everyone. “Every female Fledgling in the Covenant would kill to be Bound to not one, but three beautiful Princes,” she chided softly, adjusting the heavy white robes over my torso. “And you act like it’s a death sentence.” I let out a harsh, low puff of air. “It is, Mari. A glamorous one.”

Behold five ladies holding Margaret down to a table, pans and pots in their hands as they mop her face and body with them. Two of them dropped the utensils in their hands and quickly mingled in with the rest on the other end of the room while the three maidens stood their ground. The Maidens chamber was a grey-themed chamber known to house millions of maidens who wanted to work for the Alpha and earn a bit before meeting their mate. It comprised everything an apartment needed, but it all had to be shared, and yes, survival of the fittest. “Get away from her!” “Or what? Dress us in sacks and make us walk like we’ve been hit by something strong that hit us from behind.”

The maid said in a shaky voice: “Before I became a rogue, I was a maid working in this elder’s house. My mistress suspected her husband of having an affair. And she thought he was banging one of the maids in the house. She fired and expelled all of us for it!” The maid pointed a finger at Chloe and snarled furiously: “But it was you! I lost my job, left my hometown, and became a rogue because of you! You tramp…Why did you have to fuck another woman’s husband?!” Chloe clenched her teeth looking humiliated, and growled, “Shut your fucking hole! I can do whatever I want!” “But my mistress had a miscarriage because of her husband’s affair!” the maid cried, “You have blood on your hand!”

Nathaniel yelled from beside his assigned maiden. “You did. But you’ve made up for it since then. That year, there were two other maidens that were raped. One of which would eventually take her own life. That was fourteen years ago. Including those two, in the past fourteen years, one-hundred and seventy-three maidens have been raped. One-hundred and seventy-three, gentlemen.” Wyatt paused, allowing it to sink in. “One-hundred and seventy-three.” He looked over at where the Maidens stood. “One-hundred and seventy-three daughters. Sisters. We need to do better. We must do better. We will do better. And that starts today.”

The women giggled. “The maids,” Meredith said as she piled up some cups on a tray to refill them. “The maids?” I asked. “The maids know everything,” Moana confirmed. “They see and hear everything,” Fiora nodded. “Which is why you can’t trust the maids,” Cassie told me, her face solemn. “That’s right, Ava. Whatever you do, do not trust a maid. They’re like little spies who’ll tell you anything for the right price.” I nodded—so this wasn’t just about gossip; it was also a game of bribery. The women had come equipped with mouthfuls of gossip they’d paid the maids to give them. Knowing that just added an extra level of strangeness to the whole thing.