Devious Maids Book Novels & Stories

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

The question is, what could it be? Maia looked at the books scattered on the floor. Most of them are books about actors and the art of acting. She picked up all of the books and put them on the desk. “We’re leaving,” she said. “Did you find some clues, Ms. Maia?” “I was too late.” Given the room's state, the person who broke in before her must’ve gotten his hands on the clues if there ever was one. It was like what Paige said. "Celia is a pitiful person. I'll buy a few more copies of ‘An Actor Prepares' and place them on her tombstone. That's her favorite book."

Even when she annoyed me, she never acted irresponsibly. “Have you checked with the other maids?” I asked. “Yes,” Mrs. Chavez said. “They haven’t heard from her either.” I didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. I didn’t say anything else. I walked straight toward the study where I knew my father would be. He was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, looking relaxed as always, too relaxed for the kind of news I brought. “Elsie… I mean one of the maids is missing,” I said flatly.

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?"

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

There was so many pressing questions running through her mind. "Could it be that Mikel had sex with the lowly maid and is planning on replacing me with the maid?" Zoey thought to her self again. She never really understood what they were saying but she can't let anyone take her unaware, she needed to act fast or else, she might find her things thrown outside the mansion some day. She walked quickly to her room and unlocked a small box, she brought out a small bottle and hid in between her breast. She never thought it would result to that but caira left her with no choice. She walked into the kitchen and met the maids on duty. Luckily, caira was one of them. There was only 2 maids in the kitc

the line went off and I heaved out a loud sigh. How good could the heavens be to me? I'd lost a horrible job and not long after gotten a call for the job of my dreams. Working as a maid for the big Daniel Snider would be the best thing that can happen to me. From what I saw when I'd applied, Mr Snider was a CEO of an upcoming company who needed someone to take care of his house whenever he was out to work. The requirements for the job weren't that much so I'd applied immediately—what I hadn't expected was to get a call.

He snaps, annoyed. What happened to him suddenly? God, his mood swings are so unpredictable. “Leave.” He shouts, and I flinch, disappearing within a second. Please, God, protect me from this unpredictable creature. *** At night, as I enter Master’s room, I bump into a maid. She hastily conceals something behind her back. Did she steal something from Master’s room? As she prepares to leave, I step in front of her, and my eyes widen in shock. She’s holding Master’s watch in her hand.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

“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