Devious Maids Flora Novels & Stories

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

“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.

A crazy maid with a million charms success to disrupt Jerrald Nathaniel Mendez's life. The young girl named Jolicia Floy was the most reckless human Jerrald had ever known. Was the girl really a professional maid as his mother said? Why would a professional maid make so many mistakes on the job? According to Jerrald, Jolicia Floy was nothing more than a spoiled, careless girl. Who is that girl? Little does Jerrald know, his new maid is a rich girl on a mission from her daddy to get a private jet. That girl, Felicity Jolicia Addison, is the spoiled girl of the Addison family.

"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.