Heavenly Touch Maids Novels & Stories

I'm pretty sure I saw them kissing and groping, the other day in the laundry room, yet here they were acting like strangers, secretly throwing gazes at one another. Logan quickly muttered something to his twin, Tyler, right before he turned, leaving the room. What was it with everyone walking out? "Let's all begin working" I heard miss Tara call out to all the maids, gaining every of our attention, ordering for our chores to commence. I joined Denna as we all filed into the kitchen, Arabella tagging right behind. The rest of the maids began doing their chores. Some went watering the plants in the gardens, others went wherever they were assigned to.

At that first glance, all he could think of was that he had set eyes on an angel. He kept his eyes fixed on the lady miles away from him, who was oblivious of his presence as she spread her arms out, and twirled around in a little dance, her red curly hair, like fire shone brighter from the, and her skin were glowing as the light of the moon reflected off her.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

There is a three-story palace, as huge as it can get - the grand terrace is crafted with ancient style with a hint of modernism. Butterflies flutter around her, and the smell of fresh flowers and plants takes her into their embrace. The sunlight is no longer stinging her, it is not irritating to her. Instead, she feels entirely light as if she has become a feather - a magnificent smile covers her face as she wanders her eyes around. This is a whole new world, far different from the town outside. This seems to be heaven while outside is only hell. Now she fully understands the reason humans are ready to become the slaves for the royal family - it is just this breathtaking view that she can’t

Who is she? "July?" I wondered. I was still looking at the maid, who had this cute smile. I don't understand why I can't take my eyes off of her. She's just so cute. The most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. "Oh yes, sweetie. Meet Agent July Mercado. Your new lady guard," Dad said. Then the agent smiled at me and a dimple appeared on her right cheek. She is so pretty! As Haruka said, she really looks like the younger version of Angelina Jolie!

It wasn’t her usual quarters but a separate, almost sacred space hidden deep within the manor. The door was adorned with peculiar charms that seemed to serve as protective measures against dark forces. Dryzza examined them closely, her instincts telling her that these symbols were not just decorative but possibly linked to the Mistress’s lineage of witches. Could her theories be wrong? Perhaps Mistress Karamazov and Lada Proebrazhenzky were indeed two different people, but the connection between them felt undeniable. Standing frozen in the hallway, Dryzza stared at the door, weighing her next move. The room appeared heavily protected, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the charms were m

For some weird reason, he envied the poor sponge. Too many thoughts were roaming through Bryce's mind at the moment but he focused on the more important one. The lady in front of him. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Hera bowed her head shyly. "Good evening sir. My name is Hera and I'm the new maid" she introduced herself. "You're the one replacing Karla?" He wanted to ask but rubbed his head in acknowledgment that she won't know what he was saying or who Karla even was in the first place.

It was a modern house and from the look of it, a bullet could not pass through it My eyes darted at the top of the mansion, and I noticed an helipad, my eyebrows rosed in awe " Well, the Knights are mega rich. I shouldn't be so surprised, if there's an airport here". Aunty Jodie's employer, Mr George Knight is a very powerful buisness magnate, that owns multiple lines of buisnesses in the whole world, from real estate, shipping, food industries and many more. He is a widower ad far as I know

It was clear this wasn't quite the response he expected, and his lips trembled slightly but he didn't speak. Reaching into his inner pocket, he dug out a Patek Phillip pocket watch, before robotically placing it on the velvet mat. "It… Stopped moving…" His voice was even lower than before. Reaching for the pocket watch, I flipped open the back with practiced ease, before checking closely with the magnifying glass. The dial was exquisite, and on the inside of the case were two tiny letters, 'TR', standing for Tanya Reeds. This was the first expensive birthday gift he'd ever gifted me.

Crael reached to run a hand over the shield and he felt Ma's fingers wrap around his wrist and pull it back. "Do not touch anything. " She whispered. "I am allowed, through the invitation of the fey, to be here and speak of what is further in the library. We are not allowed to touch without permission. If you do touch what is not yours or offered, you will be severely punished. The items of the gods hold the magic of the gods." The men muttered their understanding but still thought it was unfair to not be able to examine what they now knew to be weapons of the gods. Ma rolled her eyes at the complaining going on around her and thought once more if only Lorna could be here like we always plan