Housemaid Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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?"

The way he looked at her last night—it was as though a storm was brewing just beneath the surface, and she had no choice but to wait until it broke. She didn’t know what she was doing here, or if this marriage would ever feel like more than just a business arrangement. All she knew was that, no matter how cold and distant Damien acted, she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop caring. The sound of soft footsteps behind her made her turn around. One of the housemaids, a young woman named Clara, entered the room with a hesitant smile on her face. "Good morning, Mrs. St. Claire," Clara said, her voice soft and respectful, though there was a hint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps?

She had nothing to do at home and she was sure Lyla wouldn't talk to her throughout the entire day and as for her mother, she would prefer to stay far away from her until her father finally returns. She let out a sigh, stood up, walked towards her door and locked it. She squatted down, stretching her hand underneath her bed to reach the book she had carefully hidden there. After much struggle she was able to reach the book. Her lips curved into a sly smile, holding the book so preciously in her hand. She laid on her bed, admiring the book. She had bought this book back then to know more about what happens between a man and a woman during their wedding night. Surprisingly, it wasn't only a bo

Heather got up and opened the door, revealing a chubby woman whose hair looked as dry as weeds and her waist thicker than a bucket. She was wearing the same clothes as Heather, which caused her to frown. “Who are you?” Sarah scrunched her nose. “Who am I? I’m this mansion’s housekeeper. How long are you going to carry on sleeping, you lazy slave?” Heather rubbed her temples. “I thought I was the only slave here in this mansion.” Sarah scoffed. “That’s right, you’re the only one here. The rest of us are employed.” Heather’s expression darkened.

“Ma’am, you can't be here. This is a… “ the maid trailed off as Aurora raised her hand without looking up at her or shifting her focus from the book. The maid froze and Aurora opened the book. It was an ancient book of spells and it was way better than the one Lucino burnt or the one she was reading in Tanya’s place. Aurora closed the book and finally turned to the maid. “Oh,” she muttered and stared at her as she walked towards her. She got to her and poked her cheek. There was no movement from the maid. Aurora smirked and headed out of the basement with the book. She got out and snapped her finger. The maid in the basement regained consciousness and wondered what had happened or what she w

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

He said. I nodded, leaving his room. I made an ad almost immediately for a live-in housekeeper. That way I could keep him closer to myself. I still wondered why Lucien needed him close. He sent an Email back, pledging his interest. I sent him the address, telling him when to come. The moment he walked into the mansion, the air changed completely. I held my breath for a moment. He looked like a Bratz doll. He blended in perfectly with the ambiance of the mansion. His cheekbones were glistening, his perfectly curled hair fell over his face, and the way the jeans fitted perfectly on his skin.

He might as well get his money's worth. After about twenty minutes, the bedroom door opened and all four of them came out. The men's pricks all glistened with nothing more than saliva, as Lisa had performed her slave duties. The men's cum, on the other hand, was running down her legs. No one had bothered to clean the slave. Lisa's mother called her over and had her squat over her face so she could lick her clean. Marge regularly participated in orgies, so cleaning cum was nothing new to her.

He informed her, "Let's go into the house." She nodded. Using his jacket, they rushed towards the house. It was a small bungalow made out of the finest marble. As they entered, they headed for the master bedroom. In the bedroom, there was a king-size bed and a shelf of books of many genres. Aiden leaned by the windows, watching the rain pour down. Meanwhile, Elsie began to strip off her wet clothes, leaving only her underwear. Slipping into a pair of flip-flops, she informed him, "I am going to take a bath."

A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.