Freida Mcfadden Housemaid Series Novels & Stories

"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.

Frederic uttered as the maid placed him back on the wheel chair. She knew better than to make the mistake of disobeying Frederic's order. She stayed back on the couch, staring at Seth who had his head bent down. The maid pushed him into one of the rooms downstairs. “It's time for his bath Scarlet. There's no use of you in this building, I suggest you head back home or go back to Seth's house and make sure everything's going right over there.” Frederic uttered as he relaxed on the other sofa and picked up the TV remote control.

Each breath drove it deeper. Her fists clenched, but she said nothing. She just listened to their ridicule in silence. When the cleaning was done, the head maid turned to her. "Mia, from now on, open the door at six sharp. Hiding won't do you any good. Everyone in this house knows you're about to be tossed out anyway. Better to face it than pretend." Mia's eyes welled up with tears. It felt like her throat was stuffed with stones. Just then, Freddy stormed in. He shoved the head maid aside and slapped her hard across the face.

The grounds were immaculately manicured, with perfectly trimmed hedges and a serene pond in the distance. As I strolled, I spotted one of the maids, the one who had informed me about Kyle having a brother , walking toward me. "Hello?" I called out. "Yes, ma'am?" She stopped, her eyes darting around cautiously. So how are you?” “Fine” What's your name?" "I-I'm Freya, ma'am." Her smile was hesitant. "How long have you worked here?" "About six years, ma'am." Freya's eyes sparkled with pride.

Daniel discovers his Housemaids 'other' duties. Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ============= Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and plac

Her stomach stopped hurting after taking the medicine, and she started eating again. 'I wish Madelyn was here.' Fred sent someone to investigate Mya's past and learned about all the details of the Harper family. "Have him transferred to Ventropolis Prison by tomorrow," Fred said to the deputy warden. "Yes, sir." At eleven thirty PM, a scantily dressed female servant went into the study with a cup of coffee in her hand, "Mr. Turner." As soon as she put down the coffee, Fred immediately made passionate and fierce advances on her. At midnight, Mya was holding a carrot-shaped pillow when she was awakened by hunger. She tossed and turned in a daze, unable to fall back asleep. So, she decided to g

Meanwhile, Maya sat straighter on the bed and raised a brow at me expectantly, as if she genuinely couldn’t understand why I hadn’t rushed forward immediately to attend to her. A scoff escaped me before I could stop it. I cleared my throat slowly, making sure my voice sounded loud and perfectly clear. “Ms. Maya, I believe there seems to be a misunderstanding. I willingly agreed to work in this pack house as a HOUSEKEEPER, not as a maid or slave. If you require someone to wash your feet, then Freya here would be perfect for the task, considering that is exactly what she’s paid to do.” Maya’s expression changed immediately. Her face flushed red with anger as she stood abruptly from the bed.

"Then why did he save me?" The maid shrugged. "You looked like someone. I suppose that was enough. But be careful. His kindness has limits." Freya nodded slowly, her eyes scanning the office one last time. The floor was spotless. Not a paper out of place. Even the air felt rehearsed, like the room itself feared disorder. And now she had to live here. For how long, she didn’t know. But what she did know was this: she’d entered the house of a man who could crush people with words or silence. And if she wasn’t careful, she would lose herself.

No announcement, no show. Freeda stepped onto the porch, and the smell of fried onions and laundry soap hit her at once. Familiar, safe, the kind of smell that used to mean she could breathe. It still didn’t calm her. Aunt May opened the door on the second knock. Wrapper, scarf, tired eyes that softened when she saw Freeda’s face. “My child,” May said, reaching for her. “What happened?” Freeda stepped inside before the hug could land. If May held her, she’d crack right there, and she didn’t have time to fall apart.

Fred said, “Okay sir, I will abide by the rules and regulations sir, “What of the general cleaning of the house?“ Fathia asked, “I have someone for that” Fred retorted, Okay sir,” Fathia said, “and another Important thing, I don't want to see you with all the male workers In this house, whenever am not around keep yourself busy with television programs, and cooking programs, okay, If I see you with any of them, you will be fired, I don't want any rapor or Interaction with them, keep to yourself and mind your business, face the job that I employed you for,” Fred said,