Being A Maid Is Better Than Being A Princess Novels & Stories

she responded. What she said was unexpected. I couldn't quite imagine how she could be treated as an outcast till I thought about it well. The rest maids had jobs serving royalty. They all did except for her. Her job was to clean shit all day long. The other girls would give her hell for being the lowest of the bunch. "That's -" I broke up as the words choked in my mouth. "That's hard to believe especially since you're smoking hot." "Excuse me?" She sounded surprised. Most likely she didn't have access to a mirror.

which they knew they would never dare have somthing like that if the rulers were going to be the same . I miss the queen it has been years ... and the king too .. the maid confessed with tears . " Just hold on yourself, don't cry !! I believe this is going to be over soon , people are dying , we do not even have children anymore " Men are treated like some beastly creatures, " i am fed up.." everyone is .. the other maid said and they both engulfed each other on a reassuring hug . Soon they both retired to the kitchen where they use to sleep , eat and do everything in there like slaves . " no one deserves the ill treatment "

She stated. “So, Mientras Estamos saliendo, sigo siendo tu sirvienta o consigo un reemplazo ( While we're dating, will I still be your maid or you'd get a replacement )?" She inquired. “I was thinking about that, you're no more the maid. The new one would start tomorrow, and then you become the caretaker. You run the affairs of my home, my home is your office." He told her as he leaned in for a kiss.

I'm owned by my master. "Must be hard for you," he said sympathetically. "No, not really. I'm my master's personal maid," she said rather casually. Mighell understood that being a personal maid is the highest ranking of a maid because she serves the master, the highest ranking person in the house. But if the master is an abusive or terrible person, then the personal maid would suffer. He didn't get why Patience was so happy to be 'owned' by someone. If it was him, he would die or try to escape to gain his freedom.

I remembered my extra-large bed with lots of pillows around it. "Princess!! Are you going to keep looking around? This is your new reality now: you are a slave to the Blackwolf pack, the one your father ruined. She mocked and chuckled. Once you are done accepting reality, take a shower; you smell like shit right now. Change into the maid outfit, then go and meet the other maids. Your job is to clean the floor and make sure it sparkles. She turned and left, leaving the door wide open. I glanced around once more, thinking, "Well, it’s better than the cold, hard dungeon floor; at least now I have a bed to lay down on with a blanket." I shut the door.

Tabrett whispered and the Princess smiled. "Hey! That's a bed not a walking bridge." Faricenda half yelled at Dama who was jumping on the bed. "It's been a long time since I jumped on a very big bed, not to talk of a princess." She winked back still jumping, "Being a maid isn't easy at all, working my beautiful ass off in that kitchen and silently praying for you to ring the food alarm." Dama whined, removing her maid clothes. Princess Reda and Tabrett laughed. "You should know that you are trying to get to the palace by disguising as a maid." Princess Faricenda scoffed.

"Anything I want Daddy will grant me after I succeed in the mission?" "Anything you want!" "Promise?" "Hu um... promise, sweetheart. You know very well that daddy never breaks a promise." Feli fell silent again. Being a maid? In her dreams she had never imagined that she would have to be a maid. MAID? Oh my God... A cleaning worker? How will her delicate hands be? Then the expensive nail polish she used to use would definitely be ruined. But... if she didn't sacrifice her delicate hands, the private jet and all the luxury items would just be wishful thinking.

“About my life. When my mother was still with me… she’s not dead. She’s in a coma. So maybe that’s worse.” She gave a half nod, , then glanced around. “I understand. You’re lucky. The Don only looks at you. In this house… some girls don’t even remember what freedom smells like. Between his sluts and the maids, I still don’t know who has it worse.” “You know… in this house, I don’t even know if being a maid is worse or better than being one of the sluts.” My head turned slightly. She continued, smirking. “Honestly? I’d rather be in Don’s bed. Blind or not, he’s powerful. The way he talks, moves… the sex has to be insane. Girls dream of that.”

How could they not like and work meticulously for their masters? Hayden stirred the milk and made his way toward the arranged platter to pick one. "You have work to do,” he responded. The maid immediately shook her head. What work? They don’t even work, unlike other places. Once she leaves the kitchen, she can only play with her phone, study, or sleep. It's as if one is living in one’s house. No. Better than one's house because they eat five-star delicacies every day and have freedom. "That's not true, Young Master."

“That means I can command those maids?” Adrian chuckled, relieved at the flicker of humor. “They are all yours. They serve you and you alone. They only listen to your command.” Ariel turned her head with sudden seriousness. She raised her hand, crooked her middle finger, and beckoned one of the maids closer. The maid, wide-eyed and trembling, hurried forward and knelt instantly. “Yes, my princess.” Water spilled down her cheeks as she said the words. Ariel tilted her head, watching her. “Whao… whao…” she whispered. “I’m truly a princess. Thank God it’s not poor people that came to claim me.”