روايات وقصص ضمن Book Maid Of The Mist

She takes the maid's hand, their bond growing stronger as they face the uncertain future together. "Enough talk for now," Meagia says, a hint of urgency in her voice. "Please, help me with the braids before Kaldir returns." The maid nods, understanding the need for haste. She skillfully weaves Meagia's hair into beautiful braids, her hands moving swiftly and gracefully. As the last strand is secured, they exchange a quick, knowing glance. Time is of the essence, and they resume their preparations, hoping to finish before Kaldir's return.

Buenavista's mistreatment towards them. My name is Anna, I used to work as a maid in the Buenavista mansion and during my time there, I experienced excessive maltreatment from Madam Buenavista. She would get angry over things that were not our fault. There were times when she would be annoyed and if you happened to be the first person she saw, you would definitely receive a slap even if you did nothing wrong. That old lady should not be allowed to go unpunished. She will victimize many more people if you let her do what she wants. #ExposeMadamBuenavista

Where they going to give us up in hopes that they could free their daughter? The maid paused at a wooden door and wrapped quietly against it. She announced her arrival. She left us out of her announcement and waited patiently and the door swung open. The smell of old books wafted into my nose. It was a welcoming smell, as I did love to read books. Sebastion and I passed uneasy glances back and forth as thr maid waved us hurriedly inside. Out of comfort, Sebastion linked an arm around mine and we walked in together.

Then just shortly after lunch, she was startled when the door to her room suddenly swung open and it revealed the full figure of the Lamia maid. “Prepare yourself,” The Maid announced without even bothering to excuse herself. “You will be taken somewhere else.” Amanda silently complied. There wasn’t much to prepare anyway, so they went on their way as soon as she was mentally ready; except that she actually is not. She thought that her time was finally up, that the Lord of the castle has finally decided what to do with her, and by the looks of the halls that they are passing through, the stench that is getting stronger the more they go deeper, and the deep growls that she is starting to hear

Even the chef and his sous chef were looking at their mistress in confusion from how excited she was despite the captor had told her that it had just crushed a bird in seconds. “Um… Mistress, please do not approach too close to it,” the timid maid with short light blue hair said. She said that while reaching her hand out to stop her mistress, but not all the way because she was afraid she would disturb her mistress too much. The madam blinked her eyes multiple times. She then held her index finger up and slowly reaching in on the dead creature, ignoring her maid’s plea not to touch it. Poke. Jiggle. Poke. Jiggle jiggle.

I loved how they usually illuminated on the pink walls their images reflecting on the gloss porcelain tiled floor. The living room was another story, it screamed of elegancy from crafted doors, to the leather couches, all the way to the well polished floor. The intricate patterns on the walls intrigued me, I must agree, Mrs. Romans had a wonderful taste. I was done cooking at around 2.30, so for the next few minutes I fixed up a cup of coffee. I had opted for Indian Biriani, with a tomatoe salad on the side. I had also prepared some fried chicken, and a nice black forest cake for desert. My plan was to finish it up in 10 minutes time and leave before they arrived.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

Back to the log she went, sinking down, soaked and shivering. Tears streamed down her face. Fairy tales spoke of knights in shining armor. Would one appear for her? “No,” she muttered. “Amber, you’re stupid.” You’re just a maid. This is reality. There are no knights. No magic. “Just find the bowl.” But her limbs wouldn’t move. Her heart was heavy, her body numb. She stayed there, weeping quietly into the storm, unsure if she'd ever find the strength—or the bowl—to return.

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

Yes, working for Prince Scott was a joy. “No, I’m fine maid. I don’t need anything,” He said as he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I scoffed and looked at him in annoyance. The arrogant fool! Another one of his favorite pastimes was calling me Maid. Despite me constantly correcting him. I swallowed down the retort in my throat, choosing to pick my battles, and strode out of his bedroom in irritation. As I hurried down the stairs, I noticed something. Well not exactly, I didn’t notice anything but my magic picked up something or someone. I tried to walk faster as I constantly looked over my shoulder in hopes that It was a fellow maid who had a crazy master that let her go at midnight.