Books Like The Maid Novels & Stories

"Valerie, your con game is pathetic, but I really admire your imagination." "First an Ivy League genius, now a Visconti Senior Advisor?" "Do you have any idea what the name Visconti means?" "The biggest mafia empire in the world. The dirt they sweep out their doors is worth more than you!" "You're just a lowly toilet-scrubbing maid. Stop flattering yourself and go feed the snakes!" Caroline sneered. She stomped her stiletto down on the crest, crushing it, and kicked it away. "Bringing this flea-market garbage out to embarrass yourself? Did you really think you could bluff your way out?"

She hesitates, wondering, “Are you going to prepare breakfast?” A casual shrug of his shoulders and his response, "Not today... but I might make breakfast for you one day," leaves her both intrigued and touched by the notion of his culinary efforts. The tranquility is momentarily interrupted by a soft knock on the door, drawing Dominic's attention. He invites the person inside, revealing a maid dressed immaculately in a neat uniform. Elizabeth is taken aback, utterly astonished by the unexpected presence of hired help within their intimate space. “Sir, madam. The breakfast is served,” the maid announces, Elizabeth struggles to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics, her mind racing to make

A crazy maid with a million charms success to disrupt Jerrald Nathaniel Mendez's life. The young girl named Jolicia Floy was the most reckless human Jerrald had ever known. Was the girl really a professional maid as his mother said? Why would a professional maid make so many mistakes on the job? According to Jerrald, Jolicia Floy was nothing more than a spoiled, careless girl. Who is that girl? Little does Jerrald know, his new maid is a rich girl on a mission from her daddy to get a private jet. That girl, Felicity Jolicia Addison, is the spoiled girl of the Addison family.

“Good Evening Mr.Yoo!” The staff greeted as soon as Tristan stepped out of the vehicle, Raven stepped out as well and she saw just how big the mansion was… And thought… He lives alone, only with staff? In this big mansion!? “Take care of her luggage, Bring her to the guest's room… I'm counting on you Miss Park” Tristan says and enters the mansion without waiting for Raven, A maid approaches Raven and smiles at her “I'm the Head Maid for Mr.Yoo, The staff either call me Miss Park or Jamie” The maid said and Raven bowed to her

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

Well the girl seems nice But I really don't wanna get involved with her She might be a source of joy to Derek and Belinda but maybe not to me. I went to the living room and sat on my long cushion facing the TV. I was using my phone and didn't concentrate on the TV at all. I was frightened when my door opened suddenly. I looked over and saw a maid lying face down. Me: jeez She sat up and rubbed her head then looked around Maid : whoahh, so Blue. I love it Me: excuse me I guess she didn't see me there cause she got startled, screamed and crawled back on her butt.

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

It was one of the m aids speaking to her “What’s wrong … what have I done?” Marietta asked, still not getting the idea. “Marietta, the book you stole?” The maids said alarming Marietta. “Which book is that … I really don’t know what you’re talking about” Marietta said, trying to act naïve proceeding to walk into the palace “Don’t go to the palace now girl … You’d be killed” the maid said, holding Marietta “Killed ? I never did anything wrong okay” Marietta said, still acting stubborn staggering along the way trying to conceal the pain she is feeling.

The morning aftermath feels rushed, like someone skipped breakfast and went straight for the mundane problem-solving. Somewhere down the hall, the maid coughed. I recognised the cough. Marta, my grey-haired maid. She had the kind of cough that said she’d buried more people than she’d sheets tucked in. But the sound of her cough was deceptive, as I’ve learned the previous evening. Marta was talking low to another maid—it was one of the younger ones I guessed, with eyes of a deer caught in a headlight. “The books were still open when they found him,” the young maid whispered.

The maid said, I scoffed in disbelief and nodded as the maid understood and walked away. I looked down at the book and the vision of what happened flooded back to my mind as I looked around to be sure there was no maid behind me while I slowly opened it, and my just then my face came into view, and then later as I couldn’t look at it anymore and looked says, I really hoped this was just a joke and it wasn’t someone spying on me.