Daisy Maids Novels & Stories

There was a knock on the bedroom door. I raised my head from my phone. "Come in." The doorknob turned then the door was pushed inwards. A petite redhead with hazel eyes strolled in and sauntered to me. "Good afternoon. I'm Faith Daniel, your maid." She introduced herself with a polite bow of her head. "Oh..." I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "Why do I need a personal Maid?" She wore an angelic smile that made me love her immediately. "To help you out with anything you'd need, help you out with your dress, your hair, everything. We can be friends too." She winked.

And of course, the Worths does not want to hear that the coffee she spilled 'on herself' is going to stop the work. She's been there for the past two days, helping out with the chores and cleaning that's been going on. They had wanted to save on getting a professional cleaning crew because, "what's the use of a daughter in law?" That was exactly what Daisy had said. Cleaning up has proved to be a challenge because it was the whole place against herself alone.

For this first selection, it turned out that Mia and Lynda were entitled to go to the mansion. However, there was still a final selection that they had to pass where only one maid was needed in the mansion to serve their young master. But there are still things that make Lynda think, why do you have to wait a month to get a big salary? Have there been people who have applied to be a maid before, but no one has ever lasted a month? Is the young master in question a cruel and heartless character? For some reason, Lynda's hair stood on end at the thought of being confronted with such a young master.

Without knocking, Donna and Dina walked into my room with a few maids following behind them. “Good morning,” the maids greeted, as they walked to the bed while I stared at them in shock. “It's time for your first lesson, Daisy,” Dina said, in her usual cheerful manner. “The maids will get you ready so we can leave at once.” “I can take care of myself,” I murmured, rising to my feet, but Donna shook her head, gesturing to the maids to draw closer to me. “Let them help you. You're going to need all the energy you can amass on your first day. You'll understand what I mean soon.”

Third Person's POV In the morning Daisy woke up by a knock on the door. She got up to see a lady standing at the entrance of the room smiling at her. “Good morning Maam, I am here to wake you up,” The maid said and Daisy was stunned by her. Was she giving her respect? That’s not very common for her. “Good morning, please call me Daisy,” She answered smiling at her. “Sorry ma'am, I am not allowed to call you by name. I am here to help you, do you need anything?” She asked.

She sneaked into the kitchen when the door opened. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maids running here and there in their maid uniform. I have to do this work for Amelia. She didn't know how to handle this new job. She was quaking at all; the maid was running swiftly, handling multiple things with only their two hands. Except for some basic work, she knew nothing about the household job. She was used to ordering back. “Are you the new maid?” an older woman who in her 60s interrogated me.

Zian, ohh yes "Zion '' that was the street name which she had heard from her father and also teachers. Daisy all through waited for her parents to go to their various work which they did but her father's own was late. He left the house around thirty minutes to 7PM and Daisy used that opportunity to follow one of the maids who was going to buy something at the spa. Daisy lied to the maid that she was going to collect something from her friend that they should stop to carry her home after buying whatever they want to buy.

She wants to clean this house one last time and cook a meal in this kitchen one last time because, after that, she won't have the chance anymore. She understood the feeling that when people are about to go away, they feel that all objects, even inanimate land, suddenly have a soul. Dinner took place with only two people but was extremely cozy and fun. Daisy did not hide anything from Emily, revealing to her that she had previously been a maid for Kevin's family and told her about the day Kevin was picked up from prison.

she says. "Ok, thank you" and I rush out and she call me back. "Ma'am, your dinner, should I bring it for you? The maid asks. "later" I said because I was so worried and I climb the stair and when I got to the middle of the stairs, I paused , i remembered his parent are downstairs and I try turning back and I turn back to climb down the stairs and I resolve to tiptoeing and I successfully climb down the stairs and I thought I could tiptoe

"We need to give her orders. Before you say I said she was free, and not to be used, it's for her. She has lived her whole life with the whole day planned even what she wears. So, we tell her what to wear. Give her orders, such as she goes to bed at a certain time. More so she fucking sleeps. Orders that she eats three meals a day." "Ass" I look up at Marcello. "You two realise whenever she eats with us she feels weird right? She never ate around people before." "Let's forget Daisy for now. Here." Marcello slides something across to me, taking it I look down. My eyes flick through the sheets. "What's this?" "We have a dead mans dresser to clear and sort." I look towards Demitri, I know what