Carnegie's Maid: A Novel Novels & Stories

The mansion of my new boss was breathtaking. It was enormous. As we stepped inside, my eyes wandered around in awe. The interior was even more stunning than I had imagined. When we reached the living room, I saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa, completely focused on the laptop resting on his lap. As soon as we stopped in front of him, his driver spoke. "Sir Ethan, they're here." Only then did he lift his gaze and look at us. "Manang Rose, does your niece know the rules in my house? She'll be the only housemaid working here."

As the days passed by, Chelsea and Red didn’t get along well. They are like dogs and cats in the same house. One morning, while Chelsea was having coffee peacefully because the demon who always ordered her to do some errands was not in the mansion and was busy in the office, she was surprised when the maid entered her room. "Miss, someone is looking for you downstairs,” the maid said. Chelsea looked at her in surprise. "Did you ask who?" “No, miss…” she answered.

As she watched Sean leave, she felt her heart clench in pain. On the second floor, Marietta held the manuscript of the novel Kirk had translated. She kept looking at it without saying a single word. Caroline waited a long while before realizing that Marietta was lost in thought. She walked over and touched Marietta's hand curiously. "What's wrong, Aunt Mary?" Marietta returned to her senses. "Oh, I'm fine. The story you wrote just reminded me of some things from the past." The story Caroline had written was a very simple love story. Although the story occurred in Celona, it was easily accessible and inclusive.

Why had Master Kaine not come back to finish what he started? He seemed adamant about getting rid of me and filling my womb with his pups as soon as possible. I tossed and turned on the floor, pacing when that couldn't calm my curious mind. Suddenly, the door to the hallway opened. I heard footsteps. A maid entered the room, holding that same half loaf of stale bread in a plate. The only thing that had me wary was that my next meal wasn't due for another four hours. "It's lunchtime, Cara." She unlocked the cage instead of sliding the dish through beneath its door.

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

I mean private. "Why not here," Chloe said looking irritated by her manner of approach. " well if you say so," miss Clara mumbled, " congratulations on your new assigned job," she drew a deep breath and went to where Ashley was sitting and sat beside her. "You know you're not only going to be his maid but also his sex slave." "What!" Ashley strikes. "Don't quote me wrong," miss Clara said and then continued, " the previous one he had died while trying to terminate the pregnancy she had for him.

Rowan shook her head and explained, "No, my mom just called and asked me to come home. She has already prepared lunch there." "If you don't have any other tasks, you can go back first. You don't have to wait for me to return tonight," Rowan instructed. She had only hired the maid for the day, so she could come and go as she pleased. However, to Rowan's surprise, the maid vigorously waved her hands in refusal. "No, no, ma'am. I was scolded by President David earlier today. He said if I leave early, I will be fired and replaced!" The maid's words left Rowan taken aback. She wondered when David had spoken to her since he hadn't come home.

They were cooks, cleaners, stable boys, washerwomen, maids, old servants, young servants, and frightened wolves whose hands had built Northridge’s daily life. Now they stood with empty eyes, asking for my blood in the name of the maid who had stolen my Alpha. My wolf pressed against my skin, restless and furious, but I forced her down because claws could not save servants trapped by magic. Conri stood beside me with his hand on his sword, and even his calm face had hardened beneath the weight of betrayal. Bardolph stood a little behind us, silent for once, and his guilt moved through the room like another kind of smoke.

But that day never came. Desperate times call for desperate measures. At nineteen, I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. When the opportunity came to work as a maid for Jason Knight—CEO of the global K-Inc Empire—I took it without hesitation. The pay was more than generous, and I could finally support myself through college. ⸻ Despite the summer warmth, an uneasy chill settled over my skin as I wiped down the glass balcony doors connected to the living room. Even the heat couldn’t chase away the goosebumps crawling up my arms.

Carmen's pov Both of us, Travis and I, knocked on the door the maid had led us to. I was biting my lips nervously as I heard a quick 'Come in', like he was expecting me. I took a glance at Travis and turned the door's knob around. The door opened and my eyes searched for that jerk. As I saw him smirking at me, my blood boiled.