Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

She wanted to read, but there were no books in the new house—she’d forgotten to bring them. “Oh, wait… Mom gave me a package from Aunt Samantha earlier. Maybe there are books inside,” Adeline said to herself, happily grabbing the paper bag. Inside were two books with different covers: The Marriage Secrets and The Baby Book. Samantha had obviously chosen them for Adeline. “I’m not really interested in these kinds of books… but it’s better than being bored,” she muttered, settling on the sofa with the books. Inevitably, she drifted off to sleep while reading—a habit she’d had for years.

"We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I don't like chicken soup or shrimp. I prefer fish soup and lean meat. "Lily, we're just not right for each other." I spilled everything in one breath, and Lily seemed to sense I had decided. She clasped my hand, her eyes full of desperation. "Are you still mad? Mad that I bought John a house? I can buy you a better house, okay? Whatever you want, as long as you don't divorce me." I shook her hand off with disdain. "Didn't you say you married me because I was like a lapdog who listened to you, that you were always prepared for a divorce? Those weren't your words?"

Not because she was lazy to prepare a warm breakfast, but because the portion was too big, and Maya was reluctant to make it just for herself. Maya then lazily poured the fresh cold milk into a bowl containing corn and chocolate-flavored wheat flakes mixed with pieces of banana and strawberry. The woman chewed her breakfast without enthusiasm. Maya's eyes glanced around and found a romantic comedy novel still lying on the coffee table. Suddenly, she was shocked and shouted. "Oh my God, did I fall asleep in the living room last night?" Maya exclaimed, almost choking on the food that was not yet chewed properly. Maya looked at the surrounding area of the couch, which indicated that she had bee

The street was glittering from the beautiful Christmas decorations that adore every house and shop. It must feel nice to belong to one of those happy families behind closed doors, sharing laughter and the holiday spirit with people who love and genuinely care for you. But here I was roaming the street with the hope of getting something to eat, even a dry bread at this moment would taste like chicken fries. I was alone, hungry, and homeless. My name is Rebecca Sally and I am sixteen years old. I have been homeless for the past nine months. My story is quite a depressing one, it's not your regular story of beautiful girls and boys falling in love or peeps that were born with magical powers.

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Emma's POV Sharon came and turned the entire house upside down within one week. It was Wednesday afternoon, the last Wednesday in June. I had just finished wiping the tables in the living room and mopping the floors. Today was scheduled to be my half day. I wanted to visit the library and get some new books. I had already taken my bath and was on my way out. When I got to the living room area I almost had a heart attack. Sharon had her two four year-old twin nieces over and they were making a huge mess on the floor I had just cleaned. Snacks, juices, chocolates and sodas were everywhere.

I ask when I step out of the closet, glancing at Eva whose leaning on my door. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. “Bathroom is down the hall, there’s only two in the entire house so we all have to share.” placing one of my suitcases by the dresser, I pull the other upon the bed with a grunt and start unpacking. “While you get settled in, I’ll be downstairs reading. Tiffany, Camille, and Beatrice will be back tomorrow from their trip home so it's just you and me.” “Do they also live here?”

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

Anyone who did not know better would think no one lived here. Matteo's gaze swept over the nightstand. Their photo together used to sit there, but now it was completely empty, leaving only faint marks. He went to the walk-in closet next. The wardrobe was full of this season's haute couture, all sent according to Gianna's measurements, but she had not even removed the tags. Instead, in the corner, the few old cotton pajamas she usually wore were gone. The kitchen counter was spotless. The mugs printed with their cartoon faces had also disappeared.