Carnegie's Maid: A Novel Novels & Stories

the maid replied. “Silly you! I’m just twelve years old. Don’t call me sir!” The maid cackled as she reached out a hand. “Come, Darwin. There’s a warm almond milk inside that I prepared for you. No need to weep for your mother as I’m pretty sure she’ll scold you if she sees you this wet!” Sorrow dissipated in his face. “Really?” The maid nodded. “What’s your name?” “I’m Cyrene. I used to be a French nude model for an art class but my sister is sick and I needed a great sum of money that’s why I’m here. Your father is so generous to the working class, even for maids and housekeepers like us.”

For a maid? "Brian you and I know that's impossible, I'm a maid and you are basically like a boss to me. Whatever you're suggesting can't happen." I replied. "Cindy, you being a maid doesn't change the fact that you're still human and that I like you very much.” “Please.” He begged. “Just one date and if you still think that we shouldn't hang out, then I'll back off." I gave it some thought and then nodded in agreement. “Give some time to think about it.” I whispered and then opened the door to the room I was supposed to be cleaning, quickly closing it behind me.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

Would I be able to handle my responsibilities? The next morning, I woke up early to prepare myself for my first day at work. I turned around to see a woman standing there, her eyes filled with curiosity. She had a stern expression on her face, but there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. "I'm Ley, the new maid," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my nervousness. The woman looked me up and down, assessing me. "Well, Ley, you better be prepared. This mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Many maids have come and gone, unable to handle the demands of this place."

she said as I entered. I heaved a heavy sigh and sat at the end of the bed with my back to her. I removed my shoes, they were aching my feet and the pain seemed to be traveling all over my body. I loosened my tie and took of my jacket, finally. "What is it Emma?" "You hired a new maid?" Wasn't it obvious? I was certain she had already seen her. "Yes." My head was pounding still. "She'll be making your coffee now?" "Yes." I was getting annoyed.

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

“Makai’s waiting for us” “Who’s Makai, and why is he waiting for us?” My voice followed, with my form soon pulling off the bed, proceeding into the shower room. It was much warm in here, with hot water, flowing through, the instant my hands hit the tap. My body sunk into the tub in a second, steam filling the area, while my skin familiarized myself with the calming water. “Joe’s the Ferry guy” I heard Cameron call out from the room. His utterance got me sitting up in the tub, eyes snapping to the doorway, where he had now made his entrance.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

He lamented. “Hey, it's not your fault." She said as Steve helped Ale out of the car. A cab parked in front of their house and the new maid got out with her luggage's walking towards them. “Hi, I'm Roberta the new maid." She greeted. She was a young lady, around 19-20 years old and a college student. “Hello Roberta, come on in," Kathy said as she wheeled Ale in with the maid in tow. “Zoëlla, Bienvenida a casa ( Welcome home )." Her grandma greeted her at the door as she hugged her.