Book Maid Of The Mist 소설 & 이야기

" I closed the book as I found myself back to the room having this confused expression in my face, see what curiosity had made me do, I never knew that someone was beside the door looking at my every expressions. I was the kind that get easily distracted but once I immersed myself into a particular thing, one could steal from me and I will not be able to explain how it's happened. The book was not one that I needed to hide so I placed it ontop of my shelf, I was startled by the presence of my personal maid as she had been bowing, only the moon goddess knows how many hours she had been in the state. I went towards her and lifted her head up "Is anything the problem?" I asked her

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

“I’ve got them. They're safe, just go and take care of things.” Another quake hit, sharper. The walls breathed. That’s what it felt like, the house wasn’t just shaking. It was reacting. Alive. As if something deep beneath us had stirred and was clawing its way up. My eyes widened in surprise, and I found it harder for myself to prevent the trembles that escaped me. I just bit my bottom lip, keeping myself from making a sound. “The mist is inside,” one of the maids whispered, pointing toward the hall entrance. “It is only a matter of time. It seems to be feeding on something. Anyone who is frightened or tries to run just seems to fall into the trance.”

“You know the people of Moonrise use any excuse to throw a festival. I am, actually, looking forward to sitting in the library alone and reading something other than dusty books about history and law, for once. The kitchen maids gave me some rather spicy recommendations for romance novels.” Jane giggles as their shadows pass my alcove. Princess Maeve walks side by side with a dainty little woman in a maid’s uniform and absolutely towers over her. Dark, thick brown hair is pulled back away from her face as the princess passes within feet of me, but she doesn’t pause, or even look over shoulder. My eyes drift down to the tight, black shorts she’s wearing. She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stom

It a see‑through wrap made from leopard skin. The room is cold. The walls are ash‑colored. How do they make magic look like this? I swear it was a tree from the outside. How is it this furnished and beautiful on the inside? "If there’s anything you need, Queen, I’ll be outside," the maid says before she leaves. I help myself into the stream, clean up, and get dressed, but even as I perform these mundane tasks, my hands still tremble lightly. The look on Maddox's face when I accused him of my murder again wouldn't leave me.

With shaky hands, the head maid obeyed. “Good girl,” Prisca purred, patting the woman’s forehead mockingly. She turned on her heel, a triumphant smile stretching across her face as she left the kitchen. The moment the door swung shut behind her, the head maid’s knees buckled. Silent tears streamed down her face as she whispered a prayer for mercy. Maya stepped out of the portal, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The colossal gates of ShadowFang Pack loomed tall and magnetic, pulling her gaze upward until she gasped.

The hold itself stood tall at the heart of the village, a formidable structure of gray stone crowned with banners bearing the MacLeod crest. Moira’s presence stirred curiosity and whispers, but her gentle demeanor and readiness to help soon endeared her to many. She spent her mornings with the women of the clan, weaving through the bustling kitchens and gardens. Moira took careful note of names, alliances, and subtle dynamics between the women—who was bonded to whom, who held sway over the group, and who was most respected. Her black gown set her apart from their earthy wool dresses, but her golden eyes, filled with warmth and intrigue, made her approachable despite her otherworldly beauty.

’t even breath well because of the sash that covered her nose. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I said again. As softly as I could manage. Her breathing pattern changed slowly and I could tell she was trying to calm herself down. Her chest rose and fell heavily. I stared down at her not minding the position we were both in. Her eyes… they were more beautiful up close and I couldn’t take mine of them. Instinctively, my hand went to her hair and brushed it out of her face. It matted all across it because her struggle with me. She flinched but I calmly rubbed my hand slowly up and down her black hair. She didn’t say a word and just stared. I loved the feel of her hair in my hands. Smooth and soft