Heavenly Touch Maids Novels & Stories

"We've arrived, Mrs. Gonzales." Deana nodded her head to the driver, and she shook Nevea's body to wake her up. The little girl eventually woke up. Nevea rubbed her eyes, adjusting the light that entered her vision. "We have arrived." Nevea heard Deana, and then she looked outside the windows. There she saw a big building. It was so tall that it seemed to touch the sky. Beside the building was a small garden where several kids were seen running around. On the entrance gate was a sign that stated The Mother's Grace.

Gabriel clapped his hand over his mouth casting a glance at Millie “I’m sssorry for my unbelievabubly foul language.” Millie smiled at Gabriel, “don’t worry, I’ve heard much worse.” “Fuck” the disembodied voice breathed, and a head shot up to look over the back. Millie saw short tousled dark hair and glittering eyes. “Introduce us Gabriel.” his voice was firm and demanding. Gabriel hiccuped “This is, this is...” he turned to face her, “Who are you again?” “Amelia Ashton, the agency sent me, I’m your new housekeeper.” She could barely take her gaze from the hooded eyes that seemed to watch her like a hawk.

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

One of the maids who was being with Claire, retorted while rolling her eyes. The maid, who had blonde hair, laughed. “For sure, she was dreaming right now that she had a mark the same as the Alpha King. We know for sure that the mark that was blessed by the moon goddess is pure, and only for those she recognizes. Would the moon goddess recognize someone like her who comes from the fallen enemy?” The blonde hairdresser and the black-haired maid laughed. Loraine didn’t mind them nor didn’t think too deeply about their words. It didn’t stab her heart either.

Tonight was the night of my first date with Mark, and I was being pampered and prepared by the skilled hands of the maids. The process began with a luxurious bath drawn by Martha, one of the most experienced maids in the household. She had a knack for creating the perfect temperature and adding just the right amount of scented oils to the water, turning the simple act of bathing into a decadent experience. As I soaked in the fragrant bubbles, Martha expertly washed and massaged my hair, leaving it silky smooth and shining.

Then she sinks back into her duvet and closes her eyes, hoping she doesn’t see Kaicha in the darkness behind her shut eyes. . . . . . . . . . . . That night, Heaven returns to the tower to take her bath. She puts on a black bustier and tops it with a silk black maxi skirt, which cinches a little around her hips, but flays towards the legs. Then she matches it with a pair of red flats before her new handmaid comes into the room. “Alpha Ziason said to escort you to the funeral ground,” the maid says. Heaven follows the lady without responding.

"What are you doing?" The maid sighed dreamily and said with a twinkling eyes , "I just met an angel. Madam August is so beautiful, I feel like I have seen a celestial being”. The other maid raised an eyebrow and asked, was she here? The maid gushed and nodded , "She’s so pretty! I'm already her number one fan!" She giggled, still enchanted by August's presence. "I wish I could be as elegant and demure as her," she added, her voice filled with admiration.