Devious Maids Remi Novels & Stories

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

“Don’t say anything about your master behind their back. That’s not good. Besides, they’re married. Just cover your ears.” The second maid quickly dragged her friend away from Aidan’s bedroom. The next morning, Malikha left Aidan’s room early as usual, intending to clean the apartment and prepare breakfast. But the moment she stepped outside, she froze in surprise. The entire apartment was already spotless. One maid bowed respectfully toward her, while another was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Malikha asked in confusion. The maids immediately stood before her and introduced themselves politely. “My name is Eva, and this is my friend Jessica. We are Mr. Aidan Caesar’

I refused to let the mate bond cloud my judgment… not after everything. “Mom, this isn’t home,” Theo whispered. I squeezed his hand softly, “I know, my child.” Two maids hurried over. “We’ll take over from here.” The blonde one said. The guards left with respectful bows. “My name is Tasha,” the blonde continued, “and this is Diva. We are the maids assigned to take care of your needs.” I could practically feel Scarlet rolling her eyes. The dark-haired maid, Diva, spoke next. “Would you like to share the same room?”

I hope the interview went well and you got the job. Take care of yourself, find a man to support you, you're pretty, you'll soon get something with someone in the new job, focus on the CEOS, you were born for greatness, don't settle for employees like you did at the mansion, they're no longer just an option for fun, catch the biggest fish and hook it with your vagina. Love, Mom!

"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.

Nia tries all she could to keep her relationship at a stance, being kept at a far distance from Cameron. *** Glad to announce that 'Maid to be 2' is finally out,

“You think you can just fire me and walk away like nothing happened? Well, guess what? You’re not innocent either.” The manager took a step back, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” The clerk let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play dumb now,” she spat, her voice growing louder as she attracted the attention of everyone nearby. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The ‘little side business’ you’ve been running. How you’ve been selling Omega women like cattle... selling them as sex slaves to the highest bidder!” My heart froze at her words. I could feel Dylan tense beside me, his expression hardening as he stared at the clerk. Shock moved through the store as th

Later, we were in her room in the servants hall where I already transformed myself to a middle aged woman "What do you think, do I look like am in my forties now?" She assessed my appearance thoroughly, my fingers robbing her chin. I was wearing thick rimmed black eyeglasses with plain lenses, that I usually wear for fashion purposes . The unflattering dark red lipstick concealed the shape of my lips. My chestnut brown hair was pulled back away from my face in a loosely bun just like miss Murphy did. I wore Aunt Jodie's black maid's uniform. It had long sleeves with turtleneck collar. The bodice was loose, it made me look twice bigger and the hem was long, that touched a few inches below my

I asked the first maid I saw, a young woman named Farah. "Good morning, Madam Dema," she replied, with a polite smile."Mr. Rami came home very late last night. He left very early this morning, too. He said he didn't want to disturb you." "Oh," I murmured, a little knot of uneas tightening in my stomach. "Did he say anything else?" Farah shook her head. "No, Madam. He just said he had to leave quickly."