Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

A few hours ago I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.

she began and then leaned in, “Don’t take it personally, she’s like that to everyone. Just keep out of her way and you won’t have any problems.” “Come, let me show you around the mansion. You need to know your way around and the areas you should avoid, or you could easily get lost here.” Later that morning, after the tour of the mansion, I began my chores, dusting and organizing the shelves in the old library. Being an avid reader and lover of books, this library was a literary paradise to me. There were collections from almost every author I loved, and I found myself drawn to the collection in the east wing.

If possible, Yara would love to spend twenty out of twenty hours getting herself pumped up and busy with the creative and practical aspect of fashion designing not the theoretical aspect. "It's cute how he'd keeps filling his shelf with diverse books. You might be curious of how I know they're mostly financial books. But I always ask the maid in charge of cleaning his room to help her out. My favorite place in his room is his bookshelf where instead of novels, you'd find financial books and all." Hilda said thoughtlessly with a shy smile on her face. Yara chuckled darkly, not feeling amused one bit. She could now see the true personality of the lady. Which was good, kind, pure but obsessive.

Alysia stomped in annoyance. I want to get lost and shout, break their faces, but I do not dare to do that. Because other than my disability, She had no one to help me. She took the cleaners when the woman appeared in front of him. New in her sight. She raised an eyebrow at it. "Hi! my name is Susan, I can be with you here,"She said smilling. Susan is the new maid hired by the Mother at the Mansion. "I don't care!" Slaughtering the maiden, "I'm not a maid here?" She replied bitterly.

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

"Then Joe should hire a maid. He's some big-shot executive, right? He can afford it." Claudia snapped, "The mortgage on this house isn't even paid off yet, and you're already dreaming of hired help? If you don't want to do the work, you're welcome to leave." Hailey deflated, mumbling, "Fine. I'll do it." I had just finished cramming my stuff into the tiny guest room when Claudia knocked, stepping in with a few books. She set them on the rickety table by the bed—guides on storytelling and writing.

I followed him step by step, looking around and admiring the artefacts, wallpapers and paintings. We moved into the inner part of the mansion, and proceeded into a room with large shelves full of books, three black leather chairs, an oversized seater and two love plush sfacing each other, Mary could be seen on one of the sofas engrossed in a book titled 'The Alchemist'. "Hello Mary," I called out, she jolted immediately and the book fell out of her hands. "Sorry," I said picking it up. "Miss Chi," she called out softly, getting up and staring at me weirdly.

"It's not opening. I'm serious." "What?" I took the book from her hands and then easily opened it. "Are you kidding me? It wasn't opening." Emily said. I closed the book and handed it to her again. "Try it." Emily held the cover in both her hands and pulled as much as she could. She wasn't playing. The book really wasn't opening. "Wait." I took the book and ran downstairs. Mary, Emily's maid was preparing a batter on the kitchen counter. She was a sweet-faced old lady, with an extremely sweet personality, serving the Andersons before Emily was even born.

Yes, that would be nice for a change. As much as nothing was a better past time than reading in the library, the house was still awfully boring and she would need to work something out that kept her busy enough to daydream about him all the time. A maid peeked her head through the door not long later, gripping unto the door post as she announced, "Ma'am, your husband is home." Hazel stared up from her book, her heart skipping a shallow beat. She nodded, "okay." Your husband is home...