Handmaids Tale Novels & Stories

She stood up and inched towards him. “Can I hold your hand, Rachel?” She moved her hands for him to hold. It’s a pair that became skinnier because of lack of food and the depression that goes with being imprisoned in such awful conditions. The women at the cellar would end up looking like crazy, untidy witches and only revert back to their natural beauty after being enslaved by privileged Camp Andrea soldiers.

“Let’s just finish up.” ‎ ‎I didn’t press. Not yet. ‎ ‎By afternoon, we were outside in the gardens, trimming hedges that seemed to grow wild overnight. My back ached, my hands were blistered, and sweat stuck my hair to my face. I groaned loudly. ‎ ‎“This is torture,” I complained, dropping the shears. “Being a handmaid is exhausting.” ‎ ‎Lila laughed, the sound bright like bells. “It helps if you sing.” ‎

I inquired, my voice barely audible over the hum of the hairdryer. Two of the handmaidens exchanged glances before shaking their heads, while the third, Althea, lifted her eyes to meet mine. "I am the only one among us who has experienced the bonds of matrimony," she revealed, a wistful smile playing upon her lips.

Conserving energy for whatever came next. I thought about the woman who signed a marriage certificate in a dark hallway seven months ago. Shaking hands. Bleeding scalp. Desperate enough to grab any lifeline offered by any stranger. That woman was gone. Replaced by someone I barely recognized and deeply respected. A woman who built a four-hundred-page federal case from a cottage kitchen. Who coordinated a network of survivors across encrypted channels while growing a human being. Who inherited her mother's war and her mother's courage and finished what Sera started with a spreadsheet and a stubborn refusal to be silenced.

Author's Note: This is officially part 2 of Adessa and Kael's story. The title will change to THE ROYAL LUNA from this chapter forward. ✨✨✨ ADESSA. After they swabbed something inside my mouth, I was allowed to leave the room. The woman that came with the two men was named Danielle, and she was to be my handmaid. I was still trying to get a grip on what was happening.

The maid had a food trolley with different plates covered nicely. “What is all this?” I inquired. The maid bowed, “My lady, I am Fiona, I will be your new handmaid from now on.” “I never said I needed a handmaid. Who sent you?” “The Alpha.” “And he asked you to bring the food?” “Yes, my lady. He says it is important that you are well fed.” I clenched my fist at the response. Is he crazy? Do I look starved to him? What the hell does he mean by that?

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He heard the light steps of the Queen’s handmaids and one of her ladies-in-waiting telling the Queen her schedule for the day, Hayden almost fell asleep while listening to her tight schedule but regained his senses when the Queen faked a cough. “So? What did you mean you couldn’t do it?” “I didn’t know that she was forbidden to go back, Your Majesty. If you don’t mind me asking, what did you expect from me when you asked me to make Leath go back home?” “...I was aware of your dirty schemes and somewhat knew you were going to tarnish Leath’s name. I thought Primo would force Leath to go back when it gets big but now that you’re giving up. This would be a great topic for afternoon tea parties.

Chapter 1 Amyra's POV: My mind skipped beats at intervals as I approached the palace. It was one place I'd give up anything to not visit due to the evil people habouring there, but I just couldn't stop going. It was from here myself and my mother fed, so if we stopped working here it'd cost us a lot. Wishes couldn't be horses for once, could it? Getting into the palace, I quickly went over to join the other slaves in cleaning the palace, sliding my phone into my sling bag, but Luna Haelynn still somehow caught me.

I closed my eyes for a second before giving back a confident smile at the jury and started reciting my story just like how Xander and I had practiced last night. Everything was smooth until my last line and the audience gave me a round of applause. I saw the jury looked at my manuscript and nod slowly. I went backstage where all the other participants gathered. I was surprised the first participant went towards me, “your story was amazing! It’s very realistic and really a tragic one” she gushed and that made me smile shyly. “Thank you, your story was good too family centered stories are always touching.” I said sincerely and we both said good luck to each other as we wait for the announcemen