Daisy Maids Novels & Stories

Daisy went out, looked at the other servant, and said: "Call all the maids in the kitchen to come here to me." A moment later, the four people in the kitchen went upstairs. They faced Daisy, everyone looked confused, Aunt Sam asked: "First lady, what's going on?" “Look at the food on the ground, do you see anything?” She looked at the group of maids and asked coldly. The group of people did as Daisy said, and then one person said: “First lady, I don't see anything.” "Really? The worm is right in front of you.” Daisy spoke up.

She watched the maids enter her room and kept the plates on her bed before they left. "It's no big deal, Lady Daisy. Actually it's my pleasure serving you". "I should take my leave then. I still have to serve your kids. They should be hungry too". Ms Rousey added with a smile before she finally excused herself from Daisy's bedroom. "I should better eat before I faint from starvation". Daisy concluded. She went to sit on her bed and started eating the spicy chicken and fried rice. The kids bedroom, Dahlia was back to the kids room, but this time around, she was holding three brand new laptops that had her company's logo on it in her hands.

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

She gaped her eyes on the clothes on mannequins and in the racks. "Choose anything you want. I'm a VIP here!" Eve formed a fake smile. The servant felt she just won a lottery that she took random clothes and went to the fitting room. Eve was just watching while she shook her head. She couldn't imagine her life would turn out this way. Prepping a maid spending thousands of dollars for her just to obey her commands. Sometimes she thought, she was the pet here and not the one in the fitting room.

She sat hunched on the floor, and most of the maids in the laundry room were around her trying to cheer her up. “Do you know what has happened?” I whispered to Tara, as I squeezed my dress tightly. I wasn't used to doing laundry, but I tried to observe the rest of the girls and mimic their actions. “Well, all those girls have been on personal duty,” Tara replied conspiratorially. “For who?” I asked curiously. It wasn't unusual for the maids to lament about whoever they had on personal duty. Like I knew the wife of Duke Ferrah, had a thing for spluriging on cakes and throwing them up for her personal maids to clean.

If ever she accidentally broke it, for sure Alpha Sae would get mad at her and she wouldn't let that happen. "Hey, you! Why you're just walking around? Help the other maids clean the house!" The head maid called her and gave her a bucket filled with water and a mop. "You and Dalia will clean the floor on the 3rd floor, okay? After that, both of you can rest." Dalia, who is beside the head maid waves her hands as she looks at Denise. "Hi, I am Dalia. It seems you are one of the new maids in the mansion. What is your name?"

Daisy: I pace back and forth in my room. Not mine, Kaiden's. I figured it out when I was snooping and I pulled open a drawer full of Calvin Klein underwear, I roll my eyes at the memory. He hasn't come back here since that first visit and it's been three days, I wonder where he sleeps. I shake the thought out of my head. I shouldn't be wondering where the asshole lays his head. The door unlocks and the maid comes in. There's a routine to this. She comes in, drops food off and clothes which happen to be my perfect size, tidies up a little and scurries off.

Daisy, the personal maid to Lady Lauretta Morano, stood near the stove, about to sneak a taste of the chicken sauce simmering in the pot. She dipped a spoon in quickly, just as Alessia burst in. "Daisy!" Alessia cried. Daisy nearly jumped out of her skin, the spoon clattering into the pot. "God! Alessia! You scared me! I thought it was Madam Lauretta coming to catch me red-handed," she said, holding her chest. "You know I'm not supposed to taste the food!" "I'm sorry!" Alessia laughed breathlessly. "But I heard something — something big!"

Daisy if we want to keep our jobs And the walls?! The mess?! W-We tried to clean it off earlier but Ms. Daisy began to cry so the madam told us to leave it alone because she didn’t want her to make a fuss. Ho- DASSY! You’re back! Myra runs down the stairs in fuzzy heels, a short pink dress with fuzzy sleeves and her hair is let down with lot’s of make up, she throws herself into my arms and wraps her arms around my neck and tip toe for a kiss before releasing me and giving a twirl.

She pulled the door open with a creak and narrowed her eyes when it landed on who assumed was a maid. "Yes?" She asked. "Ah, well..." The maid began, stammering. It was clear from the look on her face that she was surprised, fascinated by Bellatrix's appearance. Ah, it seems the rumours have gotten round, Bellatrix thought. "The master...master Laurent, assigned me to be your personal maid." Taking a step back, she bowed enthusiastically at the waist. "My name's Daisy, Mrs. Laurent. A pleasure to meet you!" Bellatrix's eyes twitched. Not because of the enthusiasm in the girl's voice, or the fact that she knew this so-called personal maid title was just a coded word for Cillian's personal eye