House Maid Series Novels & Stories

My time with Horace did inculcate quite the habit, I suppose. I turn around after inspecting every nook and cranny to ensure there's no speck of dust, picking up the cleaning appliances I used along my way to leave the master bedroom to the next. Humming softly, I walk by two maids and we briefly greet each other. As they walk in the opposite direction, I keen my ears to eavesdrop on their spicy gossip. One fusses, "You didn't know Miho lied about falling ill? I heard she started putting on an act ever since she returned from the basement quarters."

Lisa heard the maids approaching her while making jest of her. Two maids were walking towards Lisa, "Lady of the house or slave of the house" the other corrected and the two of them laughed out. Lisa wanted to ignore them but instead, one yanked her up from where she sat doing the laundry. "The real lady of the house is requesting your presence. Come and serve her you slave" the first maid who made jest of her said while looking at Lisa with disgust. "And who gave you the right to touch me?" Lisa asked stubbornly and removed her arm from the maid's grip. She eyed the two of them before saying,

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the phone on the side table rang. She picked it up calmly, pressing it to her ear. “Yes, hello?” Her voice was soft but laced with intrigue. “Mrs. Brittany, I just wanted to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered his room. You’ll receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning,” the man on the other end replied in a cold, professional tone.

Madam Caroline asked Virtually everything ma'am, I am good at cleaning, washing dishes and cooking" I answered with a little bit of exaggeration. "Great!! You are hired!, Your duty here is to assist the maid in cooking, serving of meals, and cleaning up. For today, you will be allowed to go home by 6:00 pm, but after tommorow, if your performance impresses me, you will be working here permanently, which means you will have to move in with us,. is that ok by you dear?" Madam Caroline asked. "Yes ma'am, I'm fine with that" I answered cheerfully.

He said and sat down. “So, what would you like to do to this maid? The traitor made a decision to get?” Levi asked. It turned out one of the maids in the mansion has been working as a mole for a rival mafia group. “Nothing. Keep watching her. We can make this work for us.” “Alright then, noted.” Levi nodded. “Also, about your little plaything, I haven't gotten anything yet on her other than what we knew before now; I think she's safe. As safe as a human can be, at least,”

I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion. Maids in bronze and silver stay at a small house at the opposite end of the mansion’s huge backyard. It took me thirty minutes before reaching the place. The house was a bungalow type but with a basement. The bronze maids stay at the basement while the silver maids stay at the ground floor. The design of both spaces are identical. Both basement and ground floor have a wide bedroom space with fifteen double deck beds and a common shower and wash rooms that resemble to that of military base. Each maid have three uniforms in accordance to the color they are in, same color,

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.