Devious Maids Flora Novels & Stories

That he will regret rejecting me right after getting intimate with me. A maid walked inside Theodore’s room just before I was about to go inside the restroom to freshen up with a tray filled with various food items. The smell of food was making me hungry. My stomach growled for food. And then an evil idea formed inside my head, making me smile mischievously. “Miss Knight, I am Flora, your personal maid. Sire appointed me to look after you this morning. He has also sent breakfast for you. Do you prefer your tea with or without milk, Miss?” Flora asked me, and I smiled at her, shaking my head.

The stars seem to shine with a special intensity, and the moon casts a silvery light over the garden, making everything more serene as the clouds start to multiply in the sky. "Sorry, Anna. It's just that there are so many ladies we have to treat with manners and respect, it's hard to turn off that part of our profession. Only you allow me this kind of closeness," Flora confesses shyly, and I look at her with affection. Flora is the best maid or lady-in-waiting anyone could have. I cannot understand how the other participants can be so arrogant and disdainful toward someone who is there to help them. I pat the empty spot on the sofa, and she sits beside me, a bit hesitant at first, but then

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

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

From a woman who deserved to have had it stolen from her. I felt no remorse whatsoever. The only thing I regretted from this night's escapades was that it would undoubtedly have me fired from my job at La Trésor, a prestigious fashion studio. For all its name and repute; they paid their workers poorly. Madame Priscilla Vitale had been a regular customer at La Trésor, always requesting for the best of what we had to offer; and not too gently at that. In a space of five months she'd been monikered 'Madame Pri-ck', by my co-workers. Her preying on Devin, the mute girl in our fold, had been the final straw for me.

Michaels' Mansion... "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not!" Her little surroundings had been covered with little pink petals but she had no plan of stopping from mercilessly pulling each one of them from their connections. If only these poor flowers could speak, they would scream onto her face, "Don't vent your st*pidity on us!" "You DO know that those pink rain lilies are Madam Lauren's favorite?" when suddenly her guardian angel from earth snapped her messy thoughts and brought her back to reality... again.

I yelled to the eight maids who were standing before me, they all lowered their heads without saying a word. “Have you all gone deaf?” I sneered and one of them looked up, shivering. “Uh mm… Ma'am” she stutters. “Yes, speak,” I urged her as I walked closer to her. “Last evening, ma'am Flora demanded for two glasses of juice” She says, I furrowed my brows. “Was she with someone?” I asked and she shook her head. Oh no, Where has she gone to? I went to her room a while ago to tell her breakfast has been served, but only to find her room empty.

She was too pretty, too soft, too watchable to be an effective spy. Somehow, the stupid maid occupies my every thought even when I try to brush the feeling aside. The taste of her lips, her silky-smooth skin, and fuck, those tits. I’m going to fuck them. Slide my cock in between her breasts while she pushes them up for me and sucks my fat fucking cock. I walked toward the staff quarters, drawn by a desperate, selfish need for a distraction, and a final test. I found her in the brightly lit, sterile laundry room, folding towels.

>>"If her work is incompetent, you wait until Mah-dreh comes home. Mah-dreh doesn't want to be fooled again like before." Jerrald groaned inwardly. His mother must have been talking about his behavior of kicking out the maids who worked with him before. Even though the maids had done a good job. But Jerrald always had a way of making the maids leave his apartment. >>"Remember, Mi-Hijo, only Mah-dreh can terminate the contract with Miss Jolicia Floy." "Jolicia Floy? Who is that?" >>"Of course your new maid, you idiot! Did you not even ask her name?"

"That's right, special maid. As my special maid, you have to help with my bath every morning, the other maids can take care of the breakfast. you have to also follow me every where I go, and do whatever I asked of you." He said moving closer to Eve. Are you willing to do that for a common dream? He asked.