Becoming Her Maid Novels & Stories

I gently opened the door and when I saw it was a female maid guarding the door, I sighed in relief. “Hey!” I whispered. The maid turned to me with raised brows. “I heard Master Bruce fancies a threesome,” That was the best I could come up with “and we’re missing one person. What do you say you join in?” Eager to sleep with a royal and alter the course of her life for eternity, the maid quickly nodded in agreement. She looked about the hallway to make sure it was empty first before coming into the room. I told her where she could get towels and scrubs in the bathroom. While she prepared the water in the bath, I swung the serving tray I’d carried across her head and she fell down to the ground

Bright long hair and light brown eyes came into view the instant I turned around. Eyes squinting at me, Savannah peered on at my figure, pushing closer to face. "You look really familiar" She spoke. I forced a smile on my lips at once, trying to walk away, but her words stopped me at once. "I've seen you before" I heard her say, and just then her eyes widened. "Yes" She exclaimed. "You're the maid from Cameron's house" "what are you doing here?" She questioned, grinning from cheek to cheek.

And then, once inside those walls, find the Vitalis Radix and steal it without getting caught. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? she thought, and laughed again. Everything. Everything could go wrong. But she was committed now. There was no turning back. Tomorrow, she will become Sarah Mitchell. Tomorrow, she will meet the formidable Mrs. Chen. And if everything went according to plan, she'd never actually meet Damien Blackwood at all. She'd be just another invisible employee, beneath his notice, forgotten the moment she left the room. That was the plan. The universe, as it turned out, had very different ideas.

Stanley had promised that he would pay her every month during the time she worked as his maid. She was going to buy a phone for herself and make sure all the romantic videos of her and Stanley were stored in it. Although it was a make-believe, she would pretend it was real and watch them every night before going to bed. The memory of how Stanley had held her so closely and kissed her cheeks at the party made her keep smiling from ear to ear as she arranged her luggage.

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."

IS THIS REALLY HER ? Maricar had started her work as the maid in the house mostly for the two siblings. She was so happy working for such a big family Forgetting the fact that the people she's serving are youths just like she is, she obeys their commands After four days she began working, a certain morning when everyone was awake and getting ready to leave for their daily routes. She stood in the sitting room dusting the electronics while the housekeeper was busy with mopping the floor

being good looking might be a thing in the family. It was almost ironic how life twisted on itself. A few weeks ago, I was seated on a velvet couch in the Master’s house, forced into glittery clothes and heels for strangers to ogle. Now, I was standing in front of a steaming pot, trying not to burn rice. Well… not literally. My job was to assist the kitchen maid. She was still frail, but something about her had shifted. She had a bit more flesh on her cheeks now, and that haunted look in her eyes had dulled to something... calmer. Confident even.

Jessica thought. But yes, Mr Arrogant's room is more luxurious. "Never mind. Just face what is there. God will not let his Servant suffer!" Jessica believes that. *** Half past seven in the morning, Jessica was ready to start her duties as a special maid for Mr Morgan. Inevitably, Jessica entered Mr Morgan's room because it was her duty, right? I don't know if the debt issue is true or not. Jessica finally went into the room. She saw that Mr Morgan was still sleeping, so she prepared some warm water for him.

I shouldn't have such immoral thoughts for someone who was going to be someone else's in few days. But my destiny really chose not to do any favour and go easy on me. We were also asked to accompany them to the resort and on top of this, I instantly got turned into someone's personal maid. Not just someone but Katrina, the would-be bride of Nathan. What luck I got! I wondered I was told to follow her wherever she went. She was about to get out for shopping with Nathan and I had to follow her. It wasn't like I could do anything but had to follow them.

But before she could go down to put on her shoes, the maid had already beat her to it. “I’ll help you.” She offered and squatted down to help Alessia with the shoes. Once she had successfully worn the shoes, the maid led her to the dressing table to get her makeup and hair done. Alessia didn’t know if she was doing the right thing, but for the sake of her sanity, she had to leave this room for a while. Once she was seated, The maid began to work wonders on her hair and face. As she watched her reflection in the mirror, watching herself as she finally transformed from the normal, poor girl who grew up with Simone Rizzo, to a high-class lady, tears stung her eyes.