Novel & Cerita Book Maid Of The Mist

So why the heck was she in a bed of red? When that annoying part of her brain began to answer again, she felt like the sky had collapsed before her eyes.. She began gasping for breath, so much that the maid who came in to check on her became alarmed and started to shout, "M-Milady! Milady, are you alright!?" The reaction of this black and white uniformed woman looked so silly like she was more afraid of her current condition than her. Misty cursed in her mind. She felt so confused. And at a loss.

" Found me. The words rang in my mind. Before I could ask anything else, she placed a tray on the table beside me. The aroma of warm bread and spices filled the air, blending with the gentle scent of lavender. I hadn't realized I was so hungry until that moment. I tore a little piece of bread and chewed gently, trying to remember what had happened. The forest. The child. The rogue. Aiden's face before everything turned dark. Outside the door, voices arose and dropped. "She's human," a maid whispered. "I've heard she's a witch," another said. "No," one of the maids exclaimed, her voice harsher. " Maybe she is the alpha's mate." The first maid gave a quiet gasp, and the hallway fell silent ag

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

"Uhm... Athena, since we are here already. You should buy things for your own family too. I'll meet you here." "But madam, are you sure you know how to get back in this spot? You haven't been around here. What if you get lost?... The King will kill me for sure." "I won't go far. Don't worry. I know to get back to this spot, besides, I can ask the people around here." The maid nodded and left, then started roaming around to find a good bookstore. She saw a hardbound book with gold letters, and when her hand barely touched the book, someone's hand had touched the tip of her finger.

she murmured, crouching down to place her palm over the maid's chest. A dark, swirling mist began to emanate from Lust's body, sinking into the maid's form. The air grew heavy, crackling with unholy energy as Lust's essence invaded the woman. The maid's body arched violently, her hands clawing at the ground, and her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, crimson hue. The transformation was complete.

Her silhouette smooth and practiced. Lila’s second personal maid. But she wasn’t alone. Hovering behind her was a shimmering shape—half-hidden, almost invisible, like smoke wearing armor. The maid paused at the chamber’s mouth. She tilted her head slightly. And whispered, “I know you’re there.” Maren’s heart slammed against her ribs. Jace raised his dagger, ready. But the maid didn’t enter. She knelt and set something gently on the floor. A sealed envelope, tied with black twine. Her voice was soft.

The maid was constantly trying to get me to fuck her. My doors opened and I turned, locking eyes with the maid, Ariel. I eyed her suspiciously. She held a large brush-broom in her hand. The girl was a beauty, a complete coincidence that she bore the same name as my mate and was almost as gorgeous. She closed the door and bowed lowly. “Cleaning your quarters my lord.” She said in her a childish voice.

The maid assessed her from head to toe and clicked her tongue "Who are you exactly?" the maid queried. "Oh. I'm a friend of Adrian," Mila answered, not thinking much of it. The maid's eyes widened as she immediately smiled sweetly "Of course. What would you like to read?" she asked, coming closer to Mila and taking her arm. Mila was taken by surprise as the maid took her arms and led her around the library. "The section on Mythical creatures," she answered The maid paused and gave her a strange look.

Noble after noble walked towards the area where the maid was and somehow formed a disheveled oval as a group. Crystal was already finished two minutes earlier, in her hand were exactly three books which was at least 300 pages thick per bind. The maid inspected the books which some of the nobles were carrying, distaste was all she could show in her expression as her eyes darted from noble to noble. What bothered her is the fact that most of the girls carried books whose quantity was more than the average suggested by her instructions a while ago. A young maiden carried seven, very thick binds of books that seemed to be really heavy.

My throat burned with the unshed tears I relentlessly swallowed, a bitter, constant reminder of the pain I couldn't release. A soft knock sounded at the door, tentative yet firm, breaking the oppressive stillness. Before I could even murmur a response, the door opened silently, and a maid entered. Her eyes were lowered, carefully avoiding my gaze, her posture humble, almost subservient. Her arms were full of accessories: shimmering satin shoes, intricate hairpins that glittered like tiny stars, and a collection of crystal perfume bottles that caught the light. She moved with quiet efficiency, laying everything out wordlessly on the ornate dresser and a small velvet stool before departing jus