Giantess Maid Novels & Stories

She had a pointed nose, pretty lips, and deep blue eyes. She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Who are you? What are you doing here? And why are you trying to enter that room?” She crossed her arms and waited for my reply. I cleared my throat. “Good afternoon, Miss. My name is Emily Jones, and I’m the new personal maid to Grandma Susan,” I said as respectfully as I could.

I inquired, wrapping my clothes around me quickly. The master asked us to attend to you,” the maids chorused. My jaw dropped upon seeing the number of maids standing in front of me, all dressed in a well-tailored black gown with a black ribbon attached to their hair. “The master, as in Aiden?” I stuttered, my eyes darting from one person to another. “Yes,” One of the maids answered. “I’m the chief's maid,” she said, bowing her head to me before signaling to the rest to get to work.

she questioned. The maid didn’t turn back to look at her, she responded by backing away. “Because, Camela…I am not just a maid.” Her black dress rippled like flowing water. For a moment, her figure blurred—half human, half shadow. “I am the witness…the one who sees. And the one who records.” The monster was pushed to the limit, and both faces were snarling in anger. “You…traitor…” The maid tilted her head slightly but her tone remained calm. “No. Observer. The world cannot deceive me…not him, not you, not even you, Camela.”

"Aren't you a maid? Do your job and stop wasting my time." Lana quickly nodded and picked up the towel. She knelt on the floor, held Gerald's feet, and washed them with the towel while he laid his head back on the chair and closed his eyes. Stanley came downstairs on his way to work and saw Lana washing Gerald's feet. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked angrily. Both Lana and Gerald stared at him in surprise. "Lana is not your personal maid, Gerald, don't ask her to do such useless things."

She must be a first-tier submissive wolf, just like Kianna. The lady examined me from head to toe before she replied. "I am Ressa, His Majesty's personal maid. And who might you be? Are you one of the women His Majesty saved from the Black Stellar pack?" "What?" A frown creased my brow at her implication. I may not be properly dressed, but it wasn't like I was naked. The faint insult she gave me when she asked me if I was from one of the most incorrigible packs in the Wysteria continent could not be tolerated.

Gina yelled angrily, holding the curtain tightly against her chest. "Don't make things difficult for yourself. We were ordered by his lordship to clean you up," the maid said, but Gina attempted to run out of the room. However, a magical barrier appeared at the exit door, reminding her that these maids were not human but werewolves in human form, possessing magical powers and strength. It was foolish of her to struggle against them.

With domineering ferocity that didn’t lose out to Thor’s, she crashed into her first opponent – an Ascended Giant – and it didn’t last past a second. *Puchi* As though she was merely mowing a lawn, she passed through the horde of giants in very a relaxed manner. It didn’t matter what level the giants had reached. Heavenly Giants, Noble Giants and Ascended Giants all felt the sting of her blade. She felled them quickly, her speed not at all inferior to the god who wielded the lightning of the 1st Heaven. The winged maidens whom she led were also powerful. They swept through the giants like a storm, leaving the soldiers with nothing to do but to cheer them on.

I ask. “The Goddess. Some of us are born to serve. Some of us are born to lead.” She replies. “We were born to serve. If not our alpha and King— our mate!” “I will serve no one.” I say through gritted teeth. The meat and cheese rolls are now sitting like bricks in my belly. “Be careful, Ceres. Someone may hear that and think you are treasonous.” She cautions. “I met a girl some time ago. She is the Lady’s maid for Madame Perimeade Zhadnost. Belle is her name I think? Her mother belongs to your house.” I say to shift the conversation.

The maid twirled a strand of her hair and said, "It's better I show you, Alpha. Talking wouldn't give you the perfect picture." With that, she walked around the table and pushed the chair backward easily. She then sat on the edge of the desk and undid two of the buttons on her chest. Her supple breasts were revealed further. The sight of them stunned me, to say the least. They were bigger than any breasts I had ever seen. Way bigger than Winter's and the strippers'! How did someone so hot end up being a maid? She dragged her hand from my chest down to my crotch. Before I could say anything, she got down on her knees and pulled on the drawstring of the joggers I was wearing.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.