Cat Maid Novels & Stories

This was the Mason Estate, after all. Maia's brows raised at this. "What's wrong? Can't you follow my orders? I'm Cedrick's fiancee, the future missus of the Mason Estate. If you don't listen to me, I'll have you all fired!" she shouted. Following Maia's stern orders, the bodyguards finally went ahead and held Catelyn down. Catelyn struggled to break free as she watched Maia arrogantly walk toward her. She then moved her nails on Catelyn's face before swinging her palm harshly across her face.

She felt like chain-smoking just being around the awful woman - the only other woman in existence. The other woman was beautiful, but as a normal human she had no real skills that were of value in the VR world they currently inhabited - cleaning as about all she was good for. Miaka injected herself with her meds before asking what their next job would entail. Surely it had to be something more fun than ferrying that annoying princess about? "So, what is next on the list?" she asked. "Spiders?" Kai cried - reading his message from the CDA. "Why does it always have to be spiders."

Cat laughed, “They are a little different than most, and you can ask whatever you want. I’m not embarrassed, and they are perfectly legal. First, I am an alternative model. It sounds weirder than it is, but because of my tattoos, that is how it is described. It is clear that I will not be featured in the JCPenney catalog, but I am preferred for certain clothing and accessories, as well as shoots specifically about tattoos. The other job is a little harder to explain. I am a dominatrix, but I am strictly hands-off. Some men like to be intimidated and controlled, and I just seem to have that presence.” “The modeling would explain why you can have two hours of sleep in three days and still look

I combed long hair briefly with my fingers, then fixed the zip in my blue skinny jeans that open whenever I sit down for two long I got out of the car, then looked around, there was no one, so I headed straight to the main door "Hey you stop right there" I Froze, when someone shout. I turned and saw a middle aged woman in her fifties wearing black maid's uniform, she was walking towards me I looked around making sure, she was referring to me. Then I pointed at myself, "me?" "Yes you, there's no other person here" "Oh", I gave her a pleasant smile and walked towards her

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

She laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You must be out of your mind," she spat. "I am your superior, and you will do as I say." But I stood my ground, my eyes locked on hers, my voice firm. "We are not slaves," I said. "We are omegas. And we won't be treated like animals." Cara's face turned red with rage.

Maids quickly cleaned the room and Vincent gave them clothes to clean and change her into. The trio turned around and tried to busy themselves with something or anything which will help them to distract themselves. They couldn't leave the room not wanting to leave their mate alone with maids. The maid stepped forward to take off her clothes but when she tried to touch her the maid was thrown away from her with such a force that she landed on the floor with a bone cracking voice. A high pitched scream left from her throat when an unbearable pain exploded in her hand from which she tried to touch their mate.

Even from miles away, the woman could make me smile. The door opened again. That maid that blushed at Baron entered carrying a silver tray of tea. Her hands were trembling so badly the cups rattled. Beads of sweat dotted her temples. As she set the tray down, she lost her balance and nearly tripped right over my legs. The cup tipped. Hot tea splashed across the floor. I reached out instinctively to steady her. She dropped to her knees to clean the mess, and leaned close enough that only I could hear.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st