Housemaid Book Series Novels & Stories

Erin hurried out of the icebox after she locked it everywhere, she was striving to catch up with Hayley. Ding Dong. The doorbell went after Earnestine tapped it twice. She was with her newfound mystery girl and all the research she had done paid off. They had found where the fourth key lay, Athena was a witch who knew a lot of relics and had a magic book in which a few were written. She studied a lot about magic and she came by to learn a few things about the town. The door opened, and the gleams of the sun which was setting poured into the house. Janeka had cleaned up her mess and ended her crazy party. They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

What pushed me over the edge—my Lego sets that I'd displayed on either side of the TV had been knocked to the floor and smashed to pieces. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call the police. Madison shuffled out of the master bedroom in my pajamas, looking completely at ease. "You're back so late? I haven't even had dinner. My stomach's delicate—if I get sick from this, it's on you." As if she hadn't noticed my expression, Madison grabbed my arm and dragged me to the balcony. In that cramped space sat a cheap, 1.5-meter cot—God knows where she dug up that old thing. The blanket on it was stained with some mysterious liquid.

"Y-yes, my Aunt instructed me throughout my travel." "I am Mila, The Head Housekeeper. Come! You must be exhausted. Give me your baggage; allow me to carry it for you." Madison handed her baggage to Mila. At first, her hands were shaking due to her fidgets, but the Housekeeper just gave her a reassuring smile. Madison's nervousness subsided as Mila introduced her to the other housekeepers and toured her around the Mansion. She couldn't stop but admire the whole place because this was the first time she had entered such an enormous and extravagant house. Her Boss is indeed wealthy.

Kevin felt his body tingle as her slow, warm breaths hit his cold skin. "Oh, God! What happened to her?" The young maids gasped and a flurry of whispering began as they saw him walking to his room, carrying her unconscious figure in his arms with much care. "I think Mrs Smith is sick," the youngest maid suggested. "She is always so quiet and even looks dull sometimes." All the other maids nodded except Amanda. Seeing his disheveled clothes and her ravaged state, the elderly maid had no trouble inferring what might have happened. With a sigh, Amanda made her way to the kitchen and placed the dinner and water along with contraceptive pills in the food tray.

she said as I entered. I heaved a heavy sigh and sat at the end of the bed with my back to her. I removed my shoes, they were aching my feet and the pain seemed to be traveling all over my body. I loosened my tie and took of my jacket, finally. "What is it Emma?" "You hired a new maid?" Wasn't it obvious? I was certain she had already seen her. "Yes." My head was pounding still. "She'll be making your coffee now?" "Yes." I was getting annoyed.

“It’s because you want simplicity in all things. You don’t want a big house to the point that we don’t see or even bump to each other. You want a house where we have no choice but to see each other every day. You get what I mean? You also want a family with a strong bond and not just a wealthy family with a big house.” “I’m relieved.” “About what?” “That I’m not some wealthy cold-hearted CEO or something like in the movies.” We both laughed as we take a sit in the living room. “Somehow, this place feels familiar.” “It’s because you live here.” I stood up to walk to the kitchen. “Do you want to eat? I’ll cook and you can just stay there with Via. You can go around the house. Move freely, this

With happy heart Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possible be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a employees for such high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark ?" a middle aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Fellow me," said the maid servant as she walked straight ahead, while Emily followed her awkwardly.

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"