Housemaid Stories Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred, and everything went dark. #Flashback Off *** The cold night air bit into Cordelia’s body as she ran, every step sending pain through her bare feet. Each second felt like another test, but she pressed on, aiming for the home she hoped would offer just a little comfort. When she finally reached her house, Cordelia grabbed the door handle with trembling hands. She pushed inside, struggling to catch her breath. Waiting in the living room sat Brittany—her stepmother—alongside Veronica, her stepsister.

The space was filled with a soothing sound, the rhythmic swishing of fabric being washed and the soft chatter of the maids as they shared stories and caught up on the day's happenings. Cleo, with her hair tightly pulled back, found solace in the repetitive motion of washing. As she scrubbed a shirt in front of her, her mind wandered, paying half-attention to the stories being exchanged around her. She heard snippets of conversations about funny incidents in the kitchen, rumors of new arrivals in the household, and even a few playful arguments about which maid had the highest pile of laundry. Suddenly, the laundry room door creaked open, and a maid from the bustling kitchen stepped inside. "G

After going for a trip for one month, Mr and Mrs Damon came back home, so I don't really understand the excitement everyone was feeling. Opening the door and stepping into the room, I saw two other maids already cleaning the room while whispering among themselves. Seeing me entering the room, they quieted down and asked me to mop the floor. Picking up a bucket and a mopper, I started mopping while listening to their whispers. I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, they just wasn't really secretive about what they were saying. Maid one "Did you see the lady that came back with Mr and Mrs Damon?"

the landlady says, “which work?“ her mom, “she works with a dry cleaner besides my house” she replied, “do you mean that she washes cloth before she can feed herself and her daughter?“ her mom inquired, “that was what she did before she gave birth to her daughter and that is what is she doing up to date,” the landlady says, “do you have a problem with that?“ she asked, “I don't have a problem with it but I don't expect my daughter to be doing odd jobs for her survival,” her mom says,

"You'll need a different word for me soon." I lowered my head. "I'm sorry." Mrs. Prescott waved it off. "You have nothing to be sorry about." She pulled a document envelope from under her pillow. "This is for you." I opened it. Inside was information on several hidden assets under Adrian's name. I looked at her. Mrs. Prescott said, "All of these were purchased during the marriage. He never told you." I fell silent. Mrs. Prescott smiled ruefully. "I raised the boy. I know him. He's always been this way. Gentle on the surface, but deep down, terrified of losing."

While Atticus got all that he wanted. I got lonely really fast. The basement was dark and damp, with spiders in the corners, and it was filled with dust. I’d talk to myself just to hear a voice. It hurt me that they favoured the new child more, when they could raise us together, I wouldn't even complain. Maria was my only company. She’d sit sometimes, tell me stories about her kids back home. “You’re a good boy, Levi,” she’d say. “They’ll see it soon. If I were boyant enough, I would've taken you”

“Don’t you often find that position filled by a woman? It explains why you wouldn’t have time to focus on housecleaning.” “That and Hilda claimed years ago I could burn water and so I got banned from working in the main house’s kitchens.” “Who’s Hilda?” “She’s the chief cook and housekeeper at the p… main house. If you need anything for everyday living, you talk to her. She gets it all cleared away for accounting and such.” “Wait, you pool money together? Don’t you have your own money?”

Adam answered. Exactly! How can I afford paying a maid when I was having hard time paying my rent on time?! “Well, that’s right. And even if she has the money, the maid will complain. She will clean the house but she does not know that her boss was abducted. She will get nothing,” Brett said the sad truth. I cleared my throats as I put the dirty dishes in the sink. My house is small, so it’s easy to go to different parts of the house.

I was able to collect the bridal gown from the seamstress on time, and then I made my way back to Elite Oak Resort in order to keep the promise that I had made to Mrs. Cha. She insisted on seeing me in my wedding dress. At least I can try on the dress and see how I would have looked as a bride if the wedding had gone ahead. My desire of getting married has been postponed for a few more years, and there is a possibility that it will never come true. The odds are increasing that I will become a spinster who doesn't give a crap and spends her days playing with her cats. As I refuse to get married without love.

Thank you, sir," Andrew acknowledged, a hint of gratitude in his voice. As he began to share his tale, the air in the room grew heavy with the weight of emotions. His words painted a vivid picture of a girl in distress on the streets of London, pouring out her heart every night. Flora, captivated by the narrative, listened with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. "Some years back in London," Andrew continued, his voice carrying the echoes of the past, "there was this new girl who appeared on our street. Every night, she'd stand at the edge, her heart pouring out in screams. I couldn't bear to see her in tears, so I moved closer, became her friend." The room seemed to hold its breath as the s