Devious Maids Remi Novels & Stories

He also remembered that they were strictly here for business. At the sight of Dustin Himbolake, Remi grabs the remote and throws it at the TV, breaking it instantly. “Remi, not again…” Britney starts to say but Remi gets up from her bed and stands before the girls and the “girls”, with a look of sheer determination on her face. “Ladies, I’ve decided there’s something we need to do. We need to destroy Dustin Himbolake,” Remi declares and all the girls agree. “Okay, which voodoo ritual are we doing this time? Personally, I think the one where you can give them really bad acne is fabulous,” Mariah removes her sunglasses, suddenly looking amused.

“They’ll get used to you being here. You start work tomorrow morning at six. Maria, one of the other maids, will show you the ropes.” ::::::::::::: Morning came too soon. Maria, a woman in her fifties with kind eyes but a strict tone, woke me while it was still dark. “Come on, girl,” she said. “We’ve got a lot to do before the family wakes up.” The work was brutal, scrubbing floors, cleaning bathrooms, washing dishes, helping with meal prep. My hands were raw by midmorning, my back ached terribly, but I didn’t complain. This job was giving Johnson a chance at life. That was all that mattered.

And then, once inside those walls, find the Vitalis Radix and steal it without getting caught. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? she thought, and laughed again. Everything. Everything could go wrong. But she was committed now. There was no turning back. Tomorrow, she will become Sarah Mitchell. Tomorrow, she will meet the formidable Mrs. Chen. And if everything went according to plan, she'd never actually meet Damien Blackwood at all. She'd be just another invisible employee, beneath his notice, forgotten the moment she left the room. That was the plan. The universe, as it turned out, had very different ideas.

He is right, where he, a billionaire’s son and where am I, a maid; a maid with no background. All of sudden a loud shrill voice comes from the living room, I drop the mop from my hand and hurry my way to the living. When I reach the entrance I see all the maids being lined up and one of the security guard is checking their body. “I will call the police if I don’t get my necklace! My Tiffany’s diamonds! I want them back!!” Mrs. Fleming is screaming at all the maids. I watch the maids being checked, they are being treated so badly. As far as I know, all the maids are honest and good at their work. But who will explain this to Mrs. Fleming, for her poor people are thieves, slackers, who doesn't

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

Remy pursed his lips. After the meal, Mia cleaned up the dining table. Julie asked Jeanne to take her for a walk. Sneaking into the kitchen, Remy holds Mia's legs and acts like a baby： - Mom, can you give me the tablet and the smart-watch please? - Tell me, did you do something wrong? Mia looked down at her son. Remy became disappointed. - Forget it if you don't want to. It was impossible for him to give up the idea of taking revenge on this man who had cheated on his mother.

My lips curl into a smug smile as she gives me a startled look. "However, this isn't the end of your punishment, my dear slave. When I return, you'll find out about it, but in the meantime, you can ponder your punishment and indulge in endless orgasms." I step out of the study room and shut its door. When I turn around, I notice a maid bending over the bed. Her black mini dress reveals her flawless milky white buttocks. She's engrossed in her own world, humming a tune. I tiptoe towards her because I don't want her to get to know about my presence. I want to greet her uniquely.

Carol chaffed while giving her friends a wink. That moment, Madeline had reached its boiling point. She went towards the intercom mounted on the wall and pushed a button. "Bring five robust men here. Hurry!" Madeline smiled. "Oh! Madeline, you're so sweet. Guys, let's sing a happy birthday to Mad. Come on!" Rhea even uttered with a smirk as she called the remaining eight who were still at the entrance door. But when they were about to clap, the five robust security entered in big strides bowing at Madeline.

Carol: mom that blue maid is no good Chief maid : who's blue Maid Carol: one of the new maids assigned to Derek and Belinda. Her name is actually Blue Chief maid : so she's no good? What did she do? Carol: I caught her flirting with Derek Chief maid: hahaha. She'll soon find his real attitude and run away. She has no idea who he really is Carol : but he was letting her flirt with him Chief maid : maybe he wants to use her and dump her like he does to those rich girls. You know he is a playboy. Why do you care anyway? You don't want Blue to get used by him right?

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.