Handmaids Tale Novels & Stories

I was just lying down on the soft mattress enjoying the peaceful serenity of the room before I heard a faint knock on the door. "Come in" I said as the door handle was twisted and three ladies walked in,each having a smile on their face. "Good day ma'am, I am Sarah, this is Lana and that is maggie" the first one said to me gesturing to the others as she introduced them to me" we are your handmaids ma"

Davina felt it was important to have a woman along to assist her in her dress and behavior since society was skittish and the least little thing done or worn incorrectly could destroy their mission. They’d teleported into a seaport village, close to the harbor. It was pouring rain as they made their way through the muddy streets. No one complained, since the rain helped subdue the stench of sickness and decay. The number of bodies left to rot where they lay amongst the muck that was a combination of wet soil, animal waste and human waste was shocking, but the three were in no position to do anything about it. Even if they were, there wasn’t time. With every passing moment, the hold of Lo

Some were bound in what might have been leather, but most were wrapped in cloth stained with strange patterns that seemed to shift when one looked away, or sealed in wax that had melted and hardened again in uneven blobs like frozen tears. “This is where we keep the things you didn’t write,” the woman said, running her fingers over a stack of books wrapped in dark green cloth. Her touch was gentle, reverent almost. “The parts of the world that grew on their own while you were gone, while you were living your life in another place and time. Your manuscript was just a seed, Miss Isadora. But seeds have a way of sending roots into soil you never knew existed.”

Unfortunately, it was all too late. I was dead, but I was also free. I no longer had to endure the pain, and I no longer had to suffer. I became a ghost, wandering the mortal world. I witnessed Owen's imprisonment, where he was constantly bullied and violated by the other inmates, just like those villagers had done to me back then. I witnessed Elaine's career crumble. The once-high-and-mighty heiress of the Sinclair family was now running around everywhere begging for investments. I watched Mom and Dad stew in regret every day because of me. They couldn't understand why they had chosen to neglect their own flesh and blood for the sake of a stranger's child.

Then, after breakfast, I was taken to Alexander's mansion. Alexander's mansion was breathtaking, opulent, exactly as expected. The mansion's imposing grandeur was awe-inspiring, its towering stone walls, soaring ceilings, and lavish decor converging to create an overwhelming sense of majesty and power, as if the very walls whispered: "This is the domain of a man who commands respect, and demands control. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants” The mere thought of him wanting me made shivers run through my spine. But the thought was short-lived because I knew he did not want me.

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

The one in the front walked to her, bowed and said, “I am Zaila, your head attendant. Would you like to take a bath?” Amelia blinked. “I can do it on my own,” she said looking at the rest of the handmaidens. The handmaidens looked nervous and fidgeted. “Please my lady, let us do our job,” replied Zaila. “Else the King will take it unkindly.” “You mean Xikoth,” asked Amelia. They shuddered to hear his name from her mouth so blatantly and paled to dull blue, almost grey. “Yes, my lady,” said Zaila.

They didn't see Esmeralda, the omega; they saw the newly crowned True Luna, the carrier of the deadly Silver-Eyed blood. They stripped me of the filth of the kennel and the blood of Silas. The bathing ritual was torturous—a complete immersion into a world I was utterly unsuited for. The water was scented with exotic oils, the soap made of costly flower essences, and every touch from the handmaids felt like a judgment. They washed away the mud and the grime, but they couldn’t wash away the four years of abuse, nor could they wash away the terrifying magnetic pull I felt toward the man who had ordered this farce. They dressed me in robes that felt —soft, heavy silk dyed in the deep, regal indi

the Feledencian woman argued. In the very least, she had showed a glimpse ray of consideration about the handmaid, making Catherine felt a little bit guilty of her recent thought about her. And a small seed of hope sprouted in her heart. Despite knowing the real score, the handmaid still wished for a miracle that her mistress’s words would turn out to be true.

“It’s fine, he is just too enthusiastic sometimes.” Exhausted, she collapsed on the windowsill, bracing her knees. I sat beside her. “Well, I guess you did as I told.” Jo nodded, still inspecting us from head to toe. Now that she was able to differentiate every detail it must be quite a sight. “Good, now then we can talk about your future.” the affirmation made her shrink. “It’s useless to say that you’re not in the human world anymore. Um- well-” fuck we should’ve waited for Rosalind. “Look, I don’t know how to say it easier for you to take, so- from what we know you made a contract with a fairy, a gnome to be exact, in exchange for a wish. Jade killed the gnome and rescued you and many oth