Cuban Maid Destiny Novels & Stories

"I don't play the odds. I play for the person who pulled the locket out of the fire." Caleb pulled her into a kiss that tasted of salt, blood, and a $100 Billion victory. The "Contract" was dead. The "Secret" was out. And the "Maid" had finally become the Master of the Game.

Destiny rolled her eyes and got up, "yeah yeah yeah, I'll be long gone before he gets back anyway. Not like he'd dare to touch me..." Tiana glanced over at the shivering maid and ordered, "clean this shit up. You have ten minutes." Then she led Destiny out of the room and towards the back of the house, where the portal was. "Have you found the girl yet?" Tiana asked. Destiny sighed, "no we haven't. To make it worst we don't have any information on her at all. We don't have her name, nor do we have any records of her ever entering human territory."

Isabelle kissed her forehead and cheeks and hugged her once last before ushering her to go with Ramona. Outside the shop, Tinker and two more men stood guard. They were keeping a close watch on everything around. Johnny, Frank and Edward slowly walked away and almost within a minute, a woman slowly walked towards the entrance of the Seamstress shop along with a maiden who was dressed like a maid and had a scarf wrapped around her head. The men looked at her. Anyone could understand that she was heavily pregnant, maybe on her seventh or eighth month and the maid was supporting her one hand while with the other hand she was holding a beautiful fancy umbrella.

Elma joined her, barefoot on the floor they paid for. No cameras. No audience. Just two women who survived a lie, built a home, and finally got to lock the door behind them. The music kept playing. Not loud enough to shake the walls, just loud enough that Joseph’s name couldn’t find its way in. Destiny turned up the volume when the kettle whistled, then turned it down when Elma started laughing at her terrible dance moves in the kitchen. Dinner was simple. Rice, stew, plantain. The kind they used to dream about on that curb 8years ago. Destiny cooked, Elma set the table. Two plates. Two forks. No extra seat for ghosts.

"Amelia left a year ago. Went to France. We haven’t heard from her since." Brian frowned. "She never reached out? Not even once?" "Not even a postcard." I pulled two plates from the cabinet and forced a smile. "So, it’s just me, Mathias, and Elhoïme now." As if summoned, they came running down the stairs. "Is he here?" Mathias shouted. "I want to see the guy with the muscles!" Elhoïme added, skidding into the kitchen in his socks. Brian laughed and crouched slightly. "Hey guys. I’m Brian."

She then headed towards the mini-mart. “You don't have a phone here?" Destiny stared in disbelief at the man behind the locked door. She had one more place she could go. She had just one friend in the moon rock pack, Ethel. Ethel had mated with someone from the Haskins pack of Florida. They had just exchanged a few letters after she left. Destiny had her number but couldn't call her as her father didn't allow her a cellphone. “There is a phone booth over there. Use that one,” He pointed to the lone booth near neatly stacked pipes and broken spare parts.

Azariah’s POV At the back door of Rodriguez Castle, a group of women dressed as maids bowed their heads and listened deferentially to a middle-aged maid. "You were all chosen by me to serve Mrs. Rodriguez. Before we go into Rodriguez Castle, I have to give you a few points. First, focus only on your part, and don't be curious about anything else. Second, Mrs. Rodriguez is Sir Rodriguez's only wife and the woman he loves the most. You must serve her well and listen to her. If you make her angry, Sir Rodriguez will throw you out of the castle immediately. Third, as a maid, you must always remember your identity. Sir Rodriguez would not marry a maid as a concubine. Your job is to serve Mrs. Rod

As I entered in the living room,Gina,the person maid assigned to me crossed my path. "Good morning Miss Destiny I was coming to your room only."She greeted me with her warm smile. "Good morning Jane and please call me Destiny because I am not comfortable with formalities and I am no special or belong to De Niro clan."I said to her as a matter of fact. "But Miss Destiny you are one of the masters and very special for the master.We aren't allowed to call the masters by their name.It may cast danger on our job and perhaps life."She replied with hesitation.

Dian should be seen as brave for having the courage to talk to the Queen in such a friendly manner. Dian is a woman of twenty-four. she has been serving the Queen as her handmaiden for two years. She started taking care of herself from an early age. Her mom was a whore and got pregnant with a rich man she was seeing frequently at the time. Dian's mother never told the man that they had a child. Dian doesn't even know her father because Dian's mother never mentioned his name. "Dian. Thank you. And there is something I'll like to talk about"

“You are late.” The maid said to Curtis as Curtis gritted his teeth in anger. Maids ought not to talk to him like that but this was no ordinary maid, she was the queen special maid and spy and Curtis even sometimes think that she was more loved to the queen than her own daughter and this maid was just as cruel of the queen and was also wrapped in a pretty package too. “I had to get away after I was sure that they were drunk from celebrating. If they were not I would not have been able to leave.” Curtis returns as the maid glared at him.