Becoming Her Maid Novels & Stories

Next up, I proceed to tell Rosemary the news about my new position. I take a deep breath and make my way to Rosemary's room. Rosemary is the head maid, so she needs to know. Knocking softly on her door, I wait for her to invite me in. "Come in," Rosemary's gentle voice calls from inside. I step into her room and find her organizing her belongings. She looks up, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. "Sylvia, have you spoken to the Alpha yet?" I nod. "Rosemary, you won't believe it. Alpha Xavier has promoted me to be his personal maid!"

She was genuinely disappointed by what she had just heard. “His personal maid?” She asked to be sure she heard right and the girl nodded and continued; “His instructions are for you to wear that uniform and meet him in his bedroom in the next thirty minutes so he can fill you in on the details of your duty towards him as his personal maid.” And with that, she exited the bedroom with a triumphant smile on her face. Not only was she no longer going to serve Reign, but she had now become a servant just like her. That was a dream come true.

The maid he whispered to approached me and said, “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Amanda. I’ll be your personal maid from today…” “I’m sorry, did you just say personal maid?” I asked in a hoarse voice, still confused at the sudden princess treatment I was receiving. “Yes, ma’am. Please come with me. We’ll help you wash up and change your clothes into better ones,” she added while beaming a smile at me. She was a middle-aged woman — wrinkles soft but kind. Somehow, I trusted her. She must have been a diva at a young age. But why are they being so nice to me? Is this some kind of situation where you take care of what you’re about to kill?

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream. “Harper Holmes?” she said

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

When Dad turned away, her fiery eyes sliced me as she mouthed, “I am going to kill you.” An Omega comes into the dining room and curtsies. Mom perks up and beckons her closer. She was a short girl about 5’3, wearing a large fitted blue tunic with a white apron maid uniform. She seems cute with her messy blonde hair and oceanic blue eyes. With her head kept lowered, she nervously fidgets as Mom speaks, “Heron, this is Mikayla and she will be your new maid.” “What the hell for?” Immediately I snapped, pausing again on my meal.

I hadn’t spoken to her before, but I’d seen her working around Khalid—one of his personal, non-Omega servants. She was a little shorter than me, maybe a few years older. Full red lips, smooth skin under heavy makeup, and long brown hair that spilled down her back—completely unnecessary for a worker. She wore a fitted black suit, looking more like a guest than staff. “I’m your new Chief Maid,” she said, stepping inside uninvited. Her eyes scanned the room, brows slightly raised like something wasn’t up to her standard. “Lord Khalid told you I was coming, I assume?”

She muttered to herself, lips curling into a smile—only for it to vanish as one important question crossed her mind: How the hell was she supposed to apply as a maid when she didn’t know the first thing about housekeeping? She had never even held a broom in her life. She was the one being served, not the other way around. So how could she possibly become someone else’s servant? “Ahh... I don’t think I can do it…” She whispered. “Sorry, ma’am? What did you say?” the guard asked. “Oh, nothing. I just said I’ll call if I change my mind.”

Stumbling, she went to the kitchen and started muttering to herself angrily. "Well, I stayed here. They made me a maid. I stopped here with the dream of becoming a queen and became a free maid. Just stay here today and see if I can make my last bet and if he gets stuck. Otherwise I will go to my house, in the village I will find someone like me ... " As soon as she normalized herself, she brought breakfast and brought it to the dining table. "Just do it, my stomach will burst ..." Raising her hand, she was now forbidding him.

“You're so pretty and lucky to be their maid. Come with me, I'll take you to the my room and show you a lot. Maybe you can even set up Draven with me so I can have him. This is my only chance now that he's here and I can't mess it up.” A maid? I almost choked at her words and looked down at myself to find out the meaning of her words. She was dressed in elegance, a Victoria secret black sequin gown with a strapless shoulder, her makeup up was classy and perfect and her heels were definitely one of a kind whereas, I was dressed in casual sweatpants and a baggy top that made me look homeless. She dragged my hands even before I could protest and took me to her room which looked like I stepped i