Head Maid Novels & Stories

Emily widened her eyes; she turned her head, and stared hard at the man driving the car. Soon enough, everything came replaying in her head: "It's bank accounts," "You can have all of the money," "Why are you such a ding-a-ling?" "Follow my rules," "I threw your bag away," "I own this mall..." She connected the dots one, by, one; blinking her eyes rapidly as she gazed at him while he drove—the man, whom she was living with, was the CEO of Empire World Corporation! It was now clear to her why he was always so arrogant and hostile towards everything; he was the most powerful business man in South Korea! Emily couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.

I gulped "What do you want from me?" I asked already shaking. "Don't be scared babygirl" A second man said. I flinched when he called me that. "We won't hurt you" A third man responded chuckling at his statement. Just as I was about to protest, the chubby man pulled me down making me lie down from my once sitting position "Please I beg you. Don't" I pleaded tears streaming down my eyes. "SHUT THE HELL UP" the second man said as he slapped me making my head snap to the other side. I closed my mouth whimpering. "Good girl" the third man cooed. The chubby man stood up ready to pull off his trousers when I began to squirm, the two other men held my arms and my legs which prevented me from protecting myself so I decided to scream. That was bad idea. The man above me, the chubby one, brought out a gun from his pocket bringing it close to my head, I winced as the cold metal made contact with my head "One more word from your mouth and I blow your fucking head up. OK?" He threatened, his mouth smelling of cigarette, I nodded vigorously as he grinned dropping his gun. Owning a well known company, Riele found it hard to find true love. Men either date her then dump her or dupe her for the money she has Through these complications she came across Jace but not in her right senses either. Follow them through the problems the world throws at them to see if they would escape its brutal beatings or not

Does being an Omega make one a lesser wolf? I don't think so but things are different for Adeline Careen Maxwell who is an Omega at the West Ring Pack. Here, she's barely surviving since her parents died in a fire accident over a year ago. Even before their death, their life wasn't any better. At the moment, she's working day and night at the Pack house as a maid and she gets a lot of ill treatment from the alpha's son, Jaxon Waylon who always manhandles her especially when they cross paths. He hates her with all that he has. Will things get better for Adeline when she hits eighteen and ready to meet her mate?

A tragic misunderstanding that ruined a promising love story…. When Darla gets kicked out of the Gomez Mansion, a place she worked as a maid, she is devastated but even more hurt when she finds out that it was her beloved that had her kicked out, Daniel Gomez. Overcome with grief and fear for her unborn child's safety, Darla fled the city. Daniel, perplexed by her sudden disappearance, searched far and wide for her, but to no avail. Five years passed, and Darla rebuilt her life as a successful voiceover artist and brand influencer. Returning to the city with her daughter, Raya, she is determined to move forward, but Daniel is resolute in his pursuit. This time, he will never let her go and is ready to make her his… for a lifetime.

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

Fear enveloped me as I watched the one person who was my friend being choked to death. “No one touches what’s mine,” He growled possessively. My heart thumped as I stared at the scene which was unfolding before me. I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. I need to do something. “Aymeric Please” I pleaded with him, trying to take off his hand from Finn’s Neck “I told you little Kitten, I don’t like to share,” He growled tightening his grip on Finn’s neck I tilted my head, tears filling my eyes. This was my fault. I was about to cost a man his life because I didn’t leave that night.

“ You've been wanting this, haven't you?", he said as a matter of fact. I nodded. His tip pushed into my entrance, the mere sensation was making my head spin and then he stopped and pulled it back out. I whipped my head to look at him. "Why the fuck did you stop?!" I practically screeched. "Beg for it like a good girl" he smirked as he used his thick cock to smack my ass. "Please sir, fuck me with your delicious cock. Please fill me" I whined. I couldn't take this torture. I needed it ASAP. This is a collection of erotica stories written to make shiver with expectations, drip with sinful thoughts and make your seduce your thoughts beyond repair. Buckle up because it's time for sinful nights.

My mom has been brainwashing me with her "quid pro quo" rule. Apparently, I must work hard in earning money just to get whatever I want. A round of doing the dishes earns me 50 cents. Mopping the floor once grants me one dollar. If I get a full score in my exams, that'll be five dollars. In order to buy a pair of white sneakers that I had had my eye on for a long time, I spent three months picking up trash from the streets. I lived like a maid who was paid on one-time services in this home. When I was a high school senior, I fainted during my homeroom period due to long periods of malnutrition. Even though my doctor suggested to my mom to pay attention to my nutrient intake, she began calculating the costs in front of my sick bed instead. "Your hospitalization costs 300 dollars. On top of that, you have a 200-dollar medical bill to settle. All of these costs will be reflected on your wedding gifts in the future, Emily." But when I turned my head, I saw a student sitting on the bed being fed chicken noodle soup by her own mother. Said mother was so heartbroken by her daughter's illness that she kept shedding tears as well. At that moment, my outlook on the world, that I had been maintaining for 18 long years, finally crumbled into dust. It turned out that not all children needed to work hard just to feel their parents' love. After getting discharged from the hospital and returning home, I finally sobered up the moment I noticed the sneakers that my younger brother, Arnold Baird, wore that cost several thousands of dollars. Then, I tore the family portrait into pieces and didn't hesitate to fill in the university that was located the furthest from home when it was time for me to submit my post-graduation details. Ten years later, my mom calls me on the phone. She starts crying to me how Arnold has swindled her out of her pension. Apparently, he's even sold the house just so he can elope with his girlfriend. Not only is my mom alone now, but she doesn't have a place to stay as well. I just smile as I throw her a piece of rag. "You want to live with me, huh? No problem. You'll earn 50 cents for every window you wipe. You can earn your rent like this."

My fiancé was obsessively possessive. I was the newly found real daughter. To make sure I couldn’t leave him, he had thugs assault me in an alley. Then he showed up pretending to be my savior, taking the beating himself. I developed depression and had no choice but to rely on him. Then the fake daughter showed up with her gang. Grabbing my face, she sneered, "I'm the only daughter of the Shaw family!" I was dunked in a toilet, my face slashed, my body violated, and every wound sewn shut with needles. Blood covered the floor. My fiancé burst in with my parents. Seeing my state, they got furious. "You filthy maid's daughter! How dare you?"