Fe Fates Maid Novels & Stories

I was dying! “It’s so much more than that Aria, we will take back control. The world will be ours and the biggest feast will begin.” “Elida?” She had to have known about this all along. Why else had she targeted the man I was mated too? “She played her part well. Well except for the part where she inflicted wounds on you. That was supposed to be me. Feast, heal, feast, heal and so on. But you are a Hybrid, you cannot heal from Fae poison.”

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

Madeline’s eyes widened. “Really?” I nodded. First, I took her to the bathhouse for a proper wash. Then we bought her two new outfits to replace the dirty ones she’d been wearing. After that, we went to a hair salon and got her a neat bob haircut. Madeline stared at her reflection. It was as if she had become a completely different person. “Will he like me now?” I shook my head. “This is just the first step.” “What’s the second step?”

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

Trust me. "Bye then." I disconnected the call and stood up from the couch. A maid of mine walked towards me and handed me a glass of wine as ordered. I took a sip from it and thought of tonight. Yeah it's gonna be fun....

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

And eyes, glowing faintly like embers about to catch fire. Damian stepped forward, keeping himself between Mia and the figures. “Who are you?” His voice was steady, but his grip on the hilt of his weapon betrayed the tension in his muscles, the suspense hanging in the air. The central figure tilted its head, the movement deliberate, almost curious. “We are the Editors of Fate.” The words didn’t echo through the air—they reverberated directly in her mind. Mia flinched at the weight of them, as though the syllables themselves were too heavy to bear.

The fate of an Unfortunate was worse than that of a wolf who had been rejected. If you got rejected, you could move on when you accept the rejection. There was no way to accept dying alone. Her aunt, Faye, was an Unfortunate too - it seemed to run in families, although the scientists and doctors said it wasn't genetic. Faye was as happy as she could be, though. She worked with the orphaned kids of the pack, because she said she knew what abandonment was like - the Goddess had abandoned her. Avery wasn't the motherly type, so she couldn't exactly do that. She was coarse and aggressive, and although sensitive, she was clumsy with her feelings.

Fera suddenly ordered, speaking to either of her maids, allowing them to pick who would scurry p*f to get it. The second she spoke the one on her right instantly moved towards the door and left, without so much as trying to make conversation about why she wanted it. Unlike Hurai’s maids, hers had been trained long enough to know better than to go against any order she gave. The permanent scars on their backs were living proof of the consequences of their disobedience. The maid quickly came back with the wine and Fera poured herself a big cup to drink, downing it in one cup, not at all caring whether or not it spilled on the blue gown she still had on.