Devious Maids Book Novels & Stories

“Ma’am, you can't be here. This is a… “ the maid trailed off as Aurora raised her hand without looking up at her or shifting her focus from the book. The maid froze and Aurora opened the book. It was an ancient book of spells and it was way better than the one Lucino burnt or the one she was reading in Tanya’s place. Aurora closed the book and finally turned to the maid. “Oh,” she muttered and stared at her as she walked towards her. She got to her and poked her cheek. There was no movement from the maid. Aurora smirked and headed out of the basement with the book. She got out and snapped her finger. The maid in the basement regained consciousness and wondered what had happened or what she w

Stanley stared at Savy in surprise, "what nonsense are you talking about?" "I know what I am saying Stanley," she replied. "You are someone who doesn't even speak to other girls and suddenly you bring a young and beautiful girl into our home and claim she is your maid. Is it because she is younger than me? Do you consider me old or have you gotten tired of me?" Stanley stared at Savy with a helpless expression on his face and sighed, "my heart moved me to help her because she was forcefully taken to the black market and auctioned off.

How dare a lowly maid embarrass her this way and seduce her husband right under her nose ! She dare not imagine what kind of tricks she might play if she became a concubine in her backyard ! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Author's note : - Please do check out my other books ♡ ) Im - perfect ♡) The Substitute Villainess ♡) a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden ♡ ) Superstar chef mommy of villain and villainess ♡ ) Tumbling emotions Thank you ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

But right now, with all I’ve beheld I believe him when he said, this was going to make up for home. He was intent on doing just that after Cameron had mentioned to him in the letter that this was our honeymoon. My attention had soon been snatched by polished furnitures stood at an end of the room, and by the window side was a mini flower vase, bearing artificial plants. Centered in the area was a king-sized bed, stacked with pillows here and there alongside a maroon-coloured duvet which looked like it would drown anyone who went in it, and placed on the bed was card, with the words

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.

The other maids began to approach me slowly, and it was only then I noticed it was five, not four maids. I moved backwards, until I hit the bed and reluctantly sat down on it. The maids hovered over me, some of them stretching out their hands to grab me. They grabbed my hand and pinned me down to the bed, and I tried to struggle. Their strength threw me off guard and I couldn’t move, no matter how I tried to. With the loud music booming through the room, I watched, helpless as one maid picked up the bowl of porridge and began to shove it into my mouth. She poured it bit on my neck, dress, and I hot food burned my skin.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Gianna moved back to 13th Street. The place still held traces of her grandmother and memories that belonged to their youth. Matteo had once said, "Gigi, I'll keep this house forever. When we're old and tired of all the fighting and killing, we'll come back here and plant flowers." She curled up on the old couch, clinging to memories to survive. Not long after, an eviction notice appeared on the front door. It bore the all too familiar wolf head seal.

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

The women giggled. “The maids,” Meredith said as she piled up some cups on a tray to refill them. “The maids?” I asked. “The maids know everything,” Moana confirmed. “They see and hear everything,” Fiora nodded. “Which is why you can’t trust the maids,” Cassie told me, her face solemn. “That’s right, Ava. Whatever you do, do not trust a maid. They’re like little spies who’ll tell you anything for the right price.” I nodded—so this wasn’t just about gossip; it was also a game of bribery. The women had come equipped with mouthfuls of gossip they’d paid the maids to give them. Knowing that just added an extra level of strangeness to the whole thing.