Housemaids Book Novels & Stories

said one of them and as soon as finished speaking, the four of them began their task, two of them approaching her. She staggered back and sat on the headboard warily, "Wait, what the hell is going on? What are you going to do?" She blurted, stopping them from reaching her. But the maids were like robots "We'll start washing you up Mistress" they held her even though she was protesting. "What? No! I can wash myself! I don't need someone to do that!" They dragged her to the washroom and locked the door, without a warning they stripped her off her pajamas, she gasped and stared at them. "What the hell? Where is my husband? Call him now!" She screamed, but the robots continued their work, bathin

How much worse can day two possibly get? Downstairs, the kitchen gleamed like a sterile prison marble counters, endless copper pots hanging like weapons. An older maid turned from the stove, gray streaks in her tight bun, kind eyes crinkling with concern. "Mrs. Blackwood? I'm Martha. Do you need any help with breakfast this morning, or—"

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

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...

"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.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

But now she was seeing it from a different perspective: as someone responsible for maintaining it. "Okay, so library is actually kind of fun," Lucy said, pulling out cleaning supplies from a hidden closet. "It's huge but Mr. Blackwood barely uses it during the day, so we won't be disturbed. Just don't touch any of the rare books on the upper level those are like, first editions worth crazy money." They set to work, falling into an easy rhythm. Lucy chattered constantly about estate gossip who was dating whom among the staff, which of the groundskeepers was the best looking, rumors about why the previous housekeeper had retired so suddenly.

Maid or lady, I won't let them trample over me like a dirty rag. "I apologise for my tardiness", I replied as courteously as possible. The housekeeper sneered, "Would you look at that? Such perfect manners." She put her hand on heart and feigned a pitiful look. I clenched my fists, trying to not lash out at her. This wasn't my doing, but it was my fate. I lowered my gaze and murmured, "What chores am I to carry out?"

Catherine leaned against the wall and said,“ how many cooks will they change now? " Maid : until they find someone who will cook for them like madam. There was anew maid in the mansion who recently joined, she asked“ so the witch knows how to cook?" she asked curious now. All the maids laughed at her blunt question while Catherine softly slapped her head and warned“ watch your language. If they hear you, then you are gone." New maid : but it's so shocking, YAR, that she even knows how to make food. Maid : no. She doesn't anything. I am talking about madam.