Housemaid Series In Order Novels & Stories

I needed to get a grip on my womanising before it ruined me. The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my mind. It was my personal assistant, Clara who was apparently so excited to get me a housekeeper, so she'd finally have to stop doing housekeeping things for me. I don't blame her though, I know I'm a mess, which makes my house a mess most of the time too. "What's up, Clara?" "Good morning sir. I've spoken with the housekeeper and she'd be coming on Monday for the interview."

Apart from Mary, there were five other maids who were staying in the mansion and helping Housekeeper Alvin to take care of it. The owner of the Mansion did not like people staying too long in the mansion thinking that it makes their loyalty decrease. Thus, he would always keep on changing the set of maids that would be serving in his mansion every month. If anyone does anything that is unacceptable, they would directly be punished and would never be given any chance to further serve their family.

I had no right to be jealous because I wasn't his girlfriend. I was just a maid hoping he would notice one day but I knew vaguely that would happen. As the days passed, different women came to the mansion.It' already his habit to change women every day. I just focused my attention on working and was content to be loved far away. "Whoever woman Sir Elijah brings here, it's tiring to clean her bed," Beth complained. "I'll be the one to clean Beth," I volunteered. "Let me do this! maybe your innocent mind will become wild, haha ​​!, "she told me laughing.

she had dreamed of when she was scrubbing floors. “Or,” the voice continued, “Save the Husband. Give him back his life. But you walk out of this vault as you began: A maid. Bankrupt. Your brother’s clock will restart. Your mother will remain a ghost. And the Blue Rose in your blood will continue to bloom until the end.” Ava walked toward the table. She looked at the orb, then at Caleb. She could see the scars on his neck—the ones from the fire. She remembered the way he had looked at her at the Port, telling her the House always wins.

"Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're assigned to his coffee and assisting Halley with the cleaning. We each have a role to play, but we're a team and must act as such. "You work a 6:00 a.m to 2:00 p.m shift. You're off on weekends, and get a half day once a week. Under no circumstances do you clean his study unless he tells you to do so." She was

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

Surely, Mark could handle himself. Shortly after I had finished my chores, I could hear the lively chatter of people in the mansion. At first, I thought it was just the other maids, but it wasn't until I looked down from the staircase that my heart dropped for a moment; I thought I saw the back of someone familiar. Brenda? No, it couldn't be her...could it? Mark had mentioned that his family would not be arriving until later this evening, so how could she be here this early?

Earnestine asked Hayley leaning at the door with her arms folded. “Never been better.” Hayley answered, as she pulled off her shoes, and top. “Get some rest before you come down for dinner.” “Thank you.” Hayley smiled. Hours later. It was drizzling, the heavy rainfall, rumbling, and the storm had stopped. They could only hear the sounds of the dripping, and splattering on the metal sheets that covered the building. The four sisters were in the living room watching a horror movie, they held themselves tight. They watched the man on the television screen scream, as his throat was slit.

I love my space actually and that's why I listened to her and always stayed calm wherever I found myself. The day had already started getting bright and most of the maids started coming out of their rooms, preparing to go take over the next shift. The roster has four shifts and timing in it. From 12am to 7am, 7am to 1pm, 1pm to 7pm, 7pm to 12am. That's how they were patterned. That's just how they did it. Some of the maids started coming to my window, trying to peep through it. I was shocked with what they were doing?