Housemaid Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

But since Antonette had arrived in the house, they rarely saw Diana. “Where is Mrs. Crawley?” Diana asked while eating an apple. Mrs. Crawley was a servant working in the kitchen. She helped Diana a lot when Diana couldn’t find the things she needed for her medicine preparation. But Diana didn’t see her among them and recalled that she hadn’t seen her for days. “Mrs. Crawley?” A maid sighed and said, “She fell down the stairs and hurt her ankle.” Diana asked at once, “How is she now? Is she getting better?”

“ Okay so what area did you guys get, before she started saying that she never told you that she had a daughter and a husband, “ Ava asked. Granny and I both rolled our eyes at the question that Ava just asked the maid. The maid was about to answer when I cut her short by saying “ Seriously Ava?! Is that question really necessary right now? “ “ Of course it is, maybe we can trace the houses in the vicinity and ask around, “ Ava said. Granny nodded her head in agreement, but I still understand how what Ava just said would be of help. “ What area did you guys reach before she started began crying and shouting? “ Granny asked the maid who tilted her head back in thought, with her brows furrowed

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

Dalton hated the overly noise of things around him. Right at the hallway in the front of the only door sculpted out there, stood a maid who was dressed in a regular uniform for every maids, which was a white shirt tucked into a pleated black skirt. She had knocked on the door for longer than two minutes, as she wondered if her knocks were too low to be heard by the person who was inside. "Mrs. Miller, dinner is served," Madison announced, increasing the intensity of her knock this time around. There was no answer or sound whatsoever, except the classical music which still played that made her knock even harder this time.

she replied drowsily. After Della heard her, she walked downstairs to prepare the dining table. She's the only maid inside the Mansion and she's the one who are doing all the job there. Sometimes if she can't do the job all by herself, she seeks help from the men of Basil that is guarding the mansion. She never complaint to her situation and it seems Della enjoying the whole time around of her job alone.

After several hours of ultimate pleasure, we headed downstairs. I heard someone moving around the house, and we instantly froze. I was not expecting company. We descended the staircase and turned the corner towards the kitchen. There in the kitchen was a woman I did not recognize. She had red hair tied up in a bun. She was a little taller than me, slender, clad in a summer dress. She turned to face us “Oh, hello, my apologies, I am Mrs. Smith, Mr. Eldridge’s housekeeper." I introduced myself, and Callan.

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.

My eyes snap open, and I sit up too quickly, water splashing everywhere. “Wait!” I shout when the knock comes again. I climb out, nearly slipping and falling to my death, and grab a towel. I wrap one around my chest and another around my head, water dripping onto the floor as I rush out of the bathroom. I open the door to see a nervous-looking maid standing there, hands clasped in front of her apron. “Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood,” she says softly. “Breakfast is getting cold.” Mrs Blackwood? Oh I'm married!

"If you need anything, there's a lady called Susan downstairs. She's the maid and also a trained nurse. She's here to take care of both you and Damien." I nodded, muttering a quiet "Thank you, Alex" as he retreated, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Left alone, I did a slow turn, taking in every detail of my gilded cage. My eyes searched for something, anything, that might add a touch of warmth or personality to the space. But there was nothing. No family photos, no quirky knick-knacks, not even a dog-eared book left on a side table. This room could belong to anyone – or no one.

“Stand up.” Abigail blinked in shock. She had dozed against the wall in the kitchen, the anguish of the tears having evaporated in her eyelashes. She could not believe she was now a maid? The golden almighty daughter of the Elijah was now a toilet cleaner! Maria loomed above her like a prison warden. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her tone is even more vengeful than normal. "You slept enough already. Master Edward's wing needs to get cleaned."