Combat Maid Harem Novels & Stories

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

Aria woke at 5 AM to her alarm, her stomach tight with nerves. Today was the day. Her first official day as Sarah Mitchell, maid at Blackwood Estate. Her first real step toward accessing the greenhouse and saving her mother. And her first full day of being in close proximity to Damien Blackwood. She'd dreamed about him last night fragmented images that left her unsettled. Gray eyes that saw too much. That slight smile that felt like a promise and a threat. The way her body had responded to his nearness, heat flooding through her at a simple brush of his arm.

Madam Claire stood at a corner of the bathroom quietly inspecting us with the help of two of her goons. Some of the girls who were branded before me, were already naked and being pushed into the stalls by the two goons who worked for madam Claire. Kezira and I hung back, unprepared to take off our clothes in front of the men. A small meek looking woman who was introduced as Merra pushed small cut pieces of cheap soap into the hands of all the girls present including us. When the goons were moving their inspection closer to Kez and I, I unconciously took a protective step in front of her.

>>"If her work is incompetent, you wait until Mah-dreh comes home. Mah-dreh doesn't want to be fooled again like before." Jerrald groaned inwardly. His mother must have been talking about his behavior of kicking out the maids who worked with him before. Even though the maids had done a good job. But Jerrald always had a way of making the maids leave his apartment. >>"Remember, Mi-Hijo, only Mah-dreh can terminate the contract with Miss Jolicia Floy." "Jolicia Floy? Who is that?" >>"Of course your new maid, you idiot! Did you not even ask her name?"

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

Do you want to take part in this little game of mine? “My, my, was a no an answer?” The maid grinned to her ears as she read the letter. “Why would I refuse such a blessing?” She struck the hard wall, which slightly cracked. A little maid like her, short and white, frail as a white rabbit, was in fact a tigress! Strong and confident! The maid softly chuckles, “Then, the silent chase… begins~” _______ KircheLeaf SEASON ONE _______ ~ END of CHAPTER SIX ~

Too bad a girl like her had to get involved with the Dark Crow. "I will let your father go, but on one condition!" Mark exclaimed while looking at the beady eyes of the girl who was prostrating at his feet. "I will do anything as long as you let my father go!" said Melody quickly. Tears continued to flow from the girl's glazed eyes. "Become my maid, and do whatever I ask! Anything!" said Mark emphatically. Melody was silent hearing Mark's condition. Servant? Does she have to clean the house, cook and do other household chores?

I leave his cabin after bowing in front of him. As I make my way to the elevator, I clench my legs together, longing for release. However, this monster is deliberately, again and again, rubbing me and leaving me on the edges. I return to the earth as I bump into a woman who is decked up in an exposed dress. She glances at the hickey on my neck and then glares at me. “Who are you?” “I’m Alexander Sir’s Maid.” I reply, taken aback as she yanks my head back by clenching my hair.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

“They insult me with their efforts. They know only my true mate will stand at my side as my Queen.” I can’t help the strange glance I give Caleb. He doesn’t strike me as particularly romantic, yet here he is, saying not only does he believe in true mates, but he will deny permanent entanglements with anyone who is not his. He catches me staring. “Does that surprise you?” “You have so many women in your harem…” “A harem is not a wife or a mate,” Caleb says. I suppose that’s true. “Ah. There is the new head harem member. She’s running late. I expected her speech twenty minutes ago,” Caleb says, drawing my attention back to the stage, where Madeline is struggling to climb up in her tight dress.