Handmaids Tale Novels & Stories

Johanna was seated on a rocky chair, her gown slightly raised up, a handmaid's face buried between her thighs, servicing her sexually. Johanna's face was beaming with sweat, and as she was moaning, her nails ran through the maid's thick black hair, and her other hand poked in her left breast through the gown she wore, squeezing and pinching herself. When Johanna heard Jazell's voice, she was startled. The handmaids servicing her quickly removed her head from under her mistress's gown. Johanna adjusted her gown; still seated on the rocky chair, she turned to gaze at Jazell.

Elara’s POV The handmaidens moved through the room like ghosts, their heads bowed so low they seemed to be counting the cracks in the stone floor. There were four of them, young and visibly nervous, clutching my belongings—stiff leather armor, thick wool tunics, and the few worn keepsakes I’d managed to bring from the North. "Alpha Elara," the lead girl whispered, nodding toward the massive dark oak wardrobe.

She taunted. The handmaids stepped forward and placed the clothes on the bed. There were about five very beautiful sets of clothes. Lia crossed her arms. “Also you're expected to always follow orders here. You’ll stand when spoken to. You’ll kneel if commanded and you will not speak unless one of the Alphas directly addresses you.” “I’m not a pet,” I said sharply. Lia laughed sharp and cold. “No. Pets are cared for, you're not worthy of that. You're just a breeder and disposable trash!”

Chapter 1 Ella's POV I sat very still, as I watched the Human Resources Manager slide back gracefully into her high backed chair behind the vintage wooden table. Miss Murphy, a middle aged woman, wearing a gray suit, with her black hair pulled back away from her face in a loose bun. I kept my fingers crossed, holding my breath waiting for the decision. it is been my dream to work in New York University, my Alma meter where my mom and dad also graduated. "Sorry for making you wait miss Sinclair, she gave me a faint smile and laid my resume on the table, she left me earlier to talk with the University president, Mr Andrew, her expressions were hopeful then but now it was serious.

I tried to look at the crowd, but the tears blurred my vision, regardless, my gaze fell on the man who slapped me the other day in the sickbay. He glared at me and then moved back his gaze back to Calix. I straightened and stood tall, looking back at the crowd with a stern stare. “Bring the traitors forward,” Calix commanded and the handmaids were dragged into the arena, up a raised platform at the center of the arena, their hands were tied behind their backs. For the first time, I noticed the three gallows behind the platform and my throat dried. This was it. This was the moment Calix had spoken of. The moment if they show true remorse and apologize to me, they would be forgiven.

It was gorgeous with freshwater pearl buttons and creamy lace borders. After I slipped into the gown and tamed my hair into something presentable, I slipped out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I made my way through the corridors and down to the main hall. Exciting energy hit me immediately. Handmaids were bustling around with platters of food, candelabras, and piles of materials in their hands. The main hall was already transformed with pools of draping fabric across the walls and wildflowers were strung from delicate strings and draped across the ceiling. Ava was at the bottom of the stairs giving orders and looking quite in her element with all the chaos.

Kayla looked like she was beginning to breathe properly now so I turned back to look at the disrespectful maid who was also an actress now. “The Naí Lord Luna summons you to her Chambers immediately, my Queen.” The maid said. “Are you not my mother’s handmaid?” I asked, realizing I frequently see her in my mum’s Chambers. Handmaids were maids who were closer to their masters or mistresses more than any other maid. It’s a bit like mine and Andrea’s relationship except that ours is more passional. Andrea’s more than a handmaid to me. “Yes, my Queen.” She bowed. I checked for the time and realized the day had gone very dark. It was really late. My mum should be resting by this time and not tryi

he was talking about the girl's father. "I am fine. I know what I am doing." I stood up and walked towards the handmaid for making myself ready. They took me to a Furo, filled with warm water to clean my body. They dropped some scents into the water, "What happened to your back? There are marks of burns. Did somebody burned you?" one of the handmaids rubbed my back and asked. They washed my long hair; braid them perfectly. With a long red gown with open slits to show my feminine parts to seduce the king, I was ready.

It appeared as though he was looking out for me, and I appreciated the kind gesture. From my peripheral vision, I could see lots of handmaids filing out from their rooms on the same quarter where Ms. Sandra's room was. They wore aprons and hairnets just like Ms. Sandra, but theirs were white and pink, while hers was white and black. They were stretching and giggling, trying to catch a glimpse of James; some of them even threw death stares at me. I didn't blame them; he was very easy on the eye. Ms. Seline cast them a warning look, causing them to compose themselves.

‎ ‎One autumn evening, as leaves turned gold and red, a new generation gathered in the garden. ‎ ‎They were the youngest—great-great-great-great-grandchildren, small and serious, eyes wide with the wonder of stories heard since birth. ‎ ‎They sat in a circle around our stones, blankets over their shoulders against the chill, lanterns glowing soft. ‎ ‎An elder—Willow’s granddaughter, her hair silver but her voice strong—began the telling. ‎ ‎Not the grand tale. ‎ ‎The true one. ‎ ‎“Of a woman named Talia,” she said, her voice carrying on the breeze. “Who came to this manor afraid and broken, carrying a curse she didn’t deserve.”