Devious Maids Flora Novels & Stories

Who knew how far she must have gone by now? “Flora Reynold” There was a long silence. Kelvin raised his head with a frown. None of the ladies were claiming to be flora. “Flora Reynold?” There was another wave of silence. “Find her!” It wasn't a coincidence that Flora and Maya were missing at the same time. Something was wrong. The head maid left and returned back shortly after panting heavily. “Boss. Flora is unconscious and her uniform is not on her” Things were getting more and more interesting for Kelvin. If flora was here then where was Maya?

Alpha Vidor revealed. Luna Nia and Alpha Vidor led me to where Flora’s body lay preserved in a glass case. She was dressed in a pristine white gown, her form still radiantly beautiful, as though she were merely sleeping—a magic-infused preservation. I had to stifle the surge of emotions within me, the sight bringing both pain and longing. Luna Nia began to channel her magic through the Odin amulet, the room filling with luminous energy, enveloping Flora.

he stated; looking round, before heading towards his secret exit. Flora walked into the building, her legs really itching to be touched; she felt stupid and laughed at her sudden body reaction. What’s wrong with me today, I think I’m missing someone to much, or perhaps because I haven’t met with a man for too long, she thought. A maid stopped in front of her smiling as she greeted her. “Good day ma’am…” “Hi….ermmmm…can I make use of the toilet” She asked the maid, having the thought of playing with herself to ease the over rising urge.

"Daddy, I love this one," my daughter Amelia said. She thrust the application into my hand. We have been looking for maid to take care of household needs for months. Hundreds of applications entered online, many were interested because of the large salary offered. Anita is Mom's employee, who sorts them out and there are fifteen candidates left. That pile of files has been on my desk for a week without me having chance to touch it. I don't have time.

I asked as I curled up on one part of the bed. “I am Flora and I am a maid in this pack, who is assigned to serve you and assist with whatever you need.” She introduced herself, with a bright smile. “A maid? As in mine?” I asked, out of surprise. “Yes.” She said, humbly, with a slight smile on her face. “I am trying to wrap my head around this. Where am i? Why do I have a maid?” I asked out of confusion as I looked around. Was I in a dream land? Who the heck gets abducted and wake up to see a maid, telling her that she is hers and will serve her?

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

e addresses the ladies of his family, "Do you guys mind if I steal my fiancée for a while?" Both Lora and Scarlet force a smile as Dominic and Elizabeth turn to walk away. As they move away, Lora and Scarlet continue whispering until Mrs. Johnson passes by. Lora seizes the opportunity to inquire, "Do you happen to know Elizabeth?" Mrs. Johnson takes a deep breath, prepared to reveal the truth. "Yes, she has been hired as a maid at the chalet." Scarlet and Lora stand astonished, exchanging horrified looks. The revelation shatters their assumptions and raises questions about Elizabeth's true identity and her relationship with Dominic.

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

I opened the closet, grabbed one of his black shirts and a pair of shorts, that smelled just like him. If he wanted a cheap slut, he picked the wrong maid. I rolled up the sleeves, tied the hem at my waist. Then walked back downstairs and searched for the room labelled Lilith. The moment I opened it, the scent of bleach gave me a nostalgic calm feeling. I could see myself in a cabin, with a single bed to the corner, a chair and a window overlooking the moon. The image vanished as fast as it came. I shook my head, gripping the mop tighter. “Time to earn my pay.” I muttered taking a deep breath.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.