Housemaid Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Buenavista smiled at her. "What happened, hijo? Mind telling us the story?" Mrs. Buenavista asked. Red took a deep breath before starting his story. "Chelsea and I talked about having dinner together when she gets home. So I cooked because I thought she deserved the effort. When I was done preparing the meal, I sat in the living room and finished the wine I was drinking. It was just one fucking glass, but then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head and I also felt sleepy, so I decided to go up to the bedroom to rest. I don't remember anything else, but I woke up soaking wet and Chelsea said I was kissing our maid. That's when I saw Maris, our maid, she's naked. I wasn't wearing any clothes

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.

This big stupid house had more ears than walls. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth. ‎ ‎I knew they whispered sometimes everyone in houses like this did but hearing it out loud? Hearing me described like some embarrassing soap-opera disaster? ‎ ‎That one hurt. ‎ ‎I stepped into view. ‎Deliberately. ‎ ‎Their faces drained of color instantly. ‎ ‎The first maid tripped over her own feet trying to stand straight. “Miss Miss Vivienne” ‎ ‎“You forgot to whisper quieter,” I said calmly. Too calmly.

Lisa heard the maids approaching her while making jest of her. Two maids were walking towards Lisa, "Lady of the house or slave of the house" the other corrected and the two of them laughed out. Lisa wanted to ignore them but instead, one yanked her up from where she sat doing the laundry. "The real lady of the house is requesting your presence. Come and serve her you slave" the first maid who made jest of her said while looking at Lisa with disgust. "And who gave you the right to touch me?" Lisa asked stubbornly and removed her arm from the maid's grip. She eyed the two of them before saying,

This incident was just an insignificant episode in life, and I did not pay it any mind at all. Just as I finished tidying up, there was a knock at the door. It was the community courier delivering a package. Through the door, I told him to leave the package in the entrance. He replied politely and left quickly. We never opened the door to meet, let alone had any physical contact or extra conversation. After signing for the package, I continued with my housework. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and everything was calm and normal. I had no idea that this trivial accident under the bed would trigger a family trouble completely unrelated to romance a few days later.

Celine loves her husband but she feels that making love to her husband is a one time business not a regular business,and she prefers going to her business to make more money than staying at home playing and cooking for her husband,she feels it's a waste of time, that's why she brought in a maid to cook and take care of the house when she is not around,but her husband doesn't like the idea,but she can't do the way he wants, cause of her business,she thought

… The next day, Liam left for work as usual at 6:00 am. Once he was gone, I dropped Ezra off with a friend and headed to Cloudridge Villa alone. The villa looked like something out of a fairy tale, with a yard on the ground floor, a terrace on the second, and a sunroom on the third. It even came with a basement. It was a house I had never dared to imagine owning. Soon, the door opened, and Matilda appeared, holding the hand of a little girl in a private school uniform. She herself was impeccably dressed.

With a gentle smile, she leaned closer to Mitchell and softly spoke, "You know, dear, I'm actually a housekeeper. I work for a kind family in this city. They provide me with a place to stay, and I'm currently waiting for my boss to come pick me up." Mitchell's eyes widened in surprise. She had assumed she was facing similar struggles and seeking shelter at the ATM point just like her. Curiosity took the best of Mitchell, she asked the woman about her experiences as a housekeeper. She shared stories of her work, describing the different families she had served throughout the years. She spoke of the challenges and rewards that came with her profession, emphasizing the importance of finding pur