Devious Maids Flora Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

Twenty minutes passed in that exhausting position until Arthur groaned heavily, again spurting his second seed deep inside Flora's passage. After letting out his desire, Arthur came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving Flora crying limply in the water. Outside the room, three sexy female maids in skimpy clothes who were tasked with managing the penthouse were already standing waiting. They stared hungrily at Arthur's broad chest and six-pack stomach, which were wet from the remaining bathwater. "Do you want it?" Arthur asked coldly, noticing his maids' slutty stares. The three of them nodded unconsciously with sparkling eyes.

he replied. Immediately, the room went quiet. I could feel Flora's hand tighten in mine. "We need to move you somewhere safe," I told Flora. "Somewhere Elena can't find you." "No." "Flora, be reasonable. You just heard what Marcus said. She has an army now and she's planning something big. You can't be involved in this,” I said. "I'm already involved. She made me involved when she decided to target our family,” Flora replied.

Then, Flora added, “Let me go to the laundry room now to explain to Eva. I’ll help to unload your things. I’m Flora, by the way, I am assigned to the kitchen, but I cook and do the laundry as well.” Flora knew the possibility that Eva could have left the laundry area already and so she decided to volunteer to unload the other maids’ clothes bins. Flora wondered how it was at the house before she arrived. She assumed that two servants were really needed to use the dumbwaiter, one to load upstairs and another to unload downstairs. If so, were the two maids trying to transfer some of their work to her?

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

Amelia, Grace, Lily, and Kate, the four maids that were responsible for getting me ready the last time, were the same ones assigned to get me adorned for the ceremony again. “Ma,” Flora said as they were about to leave. “I’ve told you all to just call me Tessa,” I interjected. “Sorry, Ma… I mean Tessa,” she corrected herself. “Please don’t try to run away this time.” She put her two hands together in a begging position. My mouth drew into a fine line as I saw the four of them, their beady eyes begging me not to cause any drama like the last time. I nodded my head slowly. “I won’t. I promise.”

Flora politely said, wanting to leave for another room to be alone, but Madian stopped her. Madian didn't find anything special about Flora. She had gathered some information about Flora, including her mother's early demise, her life with her drug-addicted father in a remote, impoverished town, and her struggles to make it to a university in the city. Madian couldn't understand how Flora had managed to get close to, and marry, a powerful and wealthy man like Enzo. She felt that Flora was utterly undeserving.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.