Books Like The Maid Novelas e Histórias

"Two years ago, there was another maid. Beautiful girl, about your age. He got obsessed with her for about three months. Private dinners, gifts, the whole thing. And then one day, she was just... gone. Dismissed. No explanation. No references." The words felt like ice water. "What happened to her?" "No idea. Mrs. Chen won't talk about it. But the point is...Mr. Blackwood doesn't do relationships. He does obsessions. And when the obsession ends, so does everything else." Aria's chest tightened. Was that all this was? An obsession that would burn out? "I appreciate the warning," she said carefully. "But I can handle myself."

"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.

The dignified red-haired woman has no tolerance for lateness. The three girls, Emma, Ina, and the maid left the library to leave the other servants to clean and order the books and the cups of tea and snacks on the table. However, as they were making sure the books were in their place, one of them found the mess on the second floor. "Hey, look at this!" "What?" The two maids lift the books with the enchantment titles. "Fragrance to control dragons..." one of the maids muttered and then the two closed their mouths and looked at each other.

Prince Marihl sneaked books and kissed the maid's fingers. Wren had never told a soul of such memories. She still carried them under her tongue like a rusted blade, never fully swallowed. Wren touched a stalk of dried lavender. So young, that maid had been. Too brave, too clever. Always asking about books no maid should be asking about. Always sneaking bites of lemon rind and talking about freedom like it was something you could wrap in a scarf and carry under your blouse. A burst of gossip snagged her attention near the vegetable stalls.

"Second night, Mauve is on her way." Saying to herself, she took off her hood and off she ran to her room. Gathering all her spell books, she looked at her reflection with a smile. "This is my chance to make my name weigh. I finally found the library, if it wasn't for Wendell, then I probably would've found it." °°° [A breezing day in the kitchen of maids] "What have we here!?" Mr Toffee waddled in the kitchen and sighed after seeing Amethyst glancing at a book. "If it isn't Rebecca, the most talked-about maid of the Norse palace…." His husky voice squealed right on her face.

Elijah and Mina were sitting on the guest stool, while I was picking books to buy, All the books here were old, hard cover made from wood and hard leather, as for the papers, it was yellowish paper, some even use parchments and all of them were handwritten. I don't really have any preferences in picking the books, o I just pick anything that piques my interest, History books were mainly for information, and magic books and Spell tomes for my Maidens to learn spells and magic. I piled up at least 20 books only 5 of them were history book, the rest was Magic books, right now I was reading a storybook or Tales, why? because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which ma

“You sure? You seemed... off when the guard mentioned it was a woman.” I shot him a cold glance. “I said I don’t know. Do your own investigation, Darius.” Darius held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to bite my head off." The maid knocked gently on the door before stepping inside with the book I'd requested. She looked nervous, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it on my desk. "Here it is, Your Majesty," she said in a low voice, avoiding eye contact as she quickly turned to leave.

I shook my head to clear the strange dirty thoughts but her voice quickened the process. "Shouldn't you be working, maid?". She asked with narrowed eyes, drawing out the *maid* as if to remind me of my status. Without replying to her, I retreated to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs with giggling sounds. Must be the girlfriend. I concluded.

After this he had to make Sophia fall in love with him, then make her his, completely! *** "What, a personal maid?" Elina and Emily showed their surprise in unison. The two of them looked at each other then finally threw an incredulous look at the girl who was sitting casually while enjoying a snack in her hand. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Sophia asked with an innocent face. "Sophia, you're joking, right?" Elina asked, still with a surprised face. "What's the joke, Elina?" "Personal maid, you're not serious, are you?"

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"