Clean Hearts Maid Novels & Stories

She had already to work dusting and cleaning the room. Eleanor could his eyes on her, she knew he was watching her but she paid no attention and kept on cleaning the table. After a while there was a knock on the door, the prince answered "come in." Killian stepped in and bowed his head in greeting, he raised his head and was about to speak when he noticed a feminine figure standing by the right side of the room arranging and cleaning the table. One look at her he knew she was a slave, he turned to the prince and said "the King requests to see you." "For what reason?"

Tonight was the night of my first date with Mark, and I was being pampered and prepared by the skilled hands of the maids. The process began with a luxurious bath drawn by Martha, one of the most experienced maids in the household. She had a knack for creating the perfect temperature and adding just the right amount of scented oils to the water, turning the simple act of bathing into a decadent experience. As I soaked in the fragrant bubbles, Martha expertly washed and massaged my hair, leaving it silky smooth and shining.

The room had a walk-in closet that felt like stepping in to a high end boutique than a personal space. Maya moved closer to me at the edge of the queen size family bed. “When we go clubbing, I’m wearing the champagne velvet dress we saw back there. Remember, I asked early.” She winked. I let out a little chuckle. “How sure are we this man is even related to me? It may be a mistake and we’d be thrown out in minutes. It’s better we don’t get too comfortable. It'll be difficult to leave later on.” Some maids soon came strolling into the room on a line. “Welcome Miss Heart, welcome Miss Davis. We’re here to assist you in taking a bath, dressing and cleaning up.” They said in an order and bowed.

whatever we are doing is not proper “ whatever we are doing isn’t proper? She said. “ But I have always loved you? He says. “ I have always loved you to but do you think your family will accept us? She asked and she quickly help me clean the lipstick on my lips and she also walk into her room to pick a lipstick, I was going to stand up to follow her when her personal maid arrived and she gave the napkin to me. I do not need it though. Someone knocks the door and Kemi’s personal maid goes to open the door and it was my girlfriend and she enters and look around and smiles and she comes to sit on my laps.

CHAPTER 1: Heartcille Reina No one’s POV: Heartcille Reina, known as Heart, is a 25 years old, nerdy old fashioned woman. She is a Japanese-British woman who lives in Tokyo, Japan. Her hair is black, always on a bun or tied so high with her eyeglasses on because she has problems in her vision. Her face has freckles, she lives independently in a studio unit in an apartment complex. Her parents are already in heaven, so she is literally alone in her life.

Chapter 36 The moment we step in ,three maids walked toward us. ',good afternoon ma' ' good afternoon sir' they chorused. ',those are your maids Caro' mark said,I nod as I looked at them from head to toe as if they are not human. The smiles on their face vanished. ' this is Brenda,the cook, Tia the cleaner and barbie your personal maid' mark said,as the maids nod ,I was speechless. ' this is Caro, your mistress,don't think I employ you. She is the one.so try all your helps to respect her' mark said. The maid nod.

Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.

she asked “In the bathroom again?” I dropped the towel without shame and started pulling on black sweatpants, my muscular body still slightly damp. “It’s not your business, Agnes.” She sighed deeply. “I’m here to inform you that we’re hiring a new maid,” she started. “She will handle the cleaning of your bedroom and private quarters. Her name is Winter Hardy. She comes from a very trusted background — raised in a seminary,” she finished. I buttoned up a black shirt halfway, leaving my chest exposed, the Roman numeral tattoo visible. “As long as she’s not a thief like the last ones. I don’t give a fuck who she is. Hire her.”

Every clink of the dishes felt like a reminder of how far I’d fallen, how fast i need to come up with a plan to murder grey so i can get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. "Do you need some help?" A sudden voice made me jump. I turned to see a young maid standing a few feet away, her soft smile and kind eyes was a stark contrast to the head maid’s hostility. She had a towel slung over her shoulder and an apron tied neatly around her waist. I hesitated before nodding. "Yeah… thanks." She stepped closer, grabbing a towel and starting to dry the dishes I’d already cleaned. "Don’t let Madam Evelyn get to you," she said, her voice dropping as she spoke. "She’s harsh on everyone, especially

She looked towards the young maid and smiled. "Thank you so much, but I'm really confused now," Judy expressed her feelings honestly and bravely. "Why? Were you kidnapped by someone to be here?" She asked in a humorous tone. Judy's face changed color as she remembered the last conversation she had with Henry. "I..." She was hesitating to speak about it. "Okay okay, I understand that you are staying here without any interest," she said. "What is this place," Judy asked her. "You are in one of the mansions owned by one of the top ten businessmen of our country, Mr. John Brand. You are one of his maids now," she told patiently.