Housemaids Book Novels & Stories

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”

Maid Manual: As a maid, you must obey all the master's orders and complete them thoroughly. Everything about the maid belongs to the master, and she must not do anything that harms the master's interests. The maid must perform all household chores perfectly. If there is any disagreement, refer to the first three rules. At this point, Lydia felt too exhausted even to complain. Lambert was truly regressing. Who does he think he is? A teenager with a hero complex? What's with this maid manual? She was only here for the shares, forced to take care of his daily needs for a week. Besides, maids and servants are entirely different concepts!

He is right, where he, a billionaire’s son and where am I, a maid; a maid with no background. All of sudden a loud shrill voice comes from the living room, I drop the mop from my hand and hurry my way to the living. When I reach the entrance I see all the maids being lined up and one of the security guard is checking their body. “I will call the police if I don’t get my necklace! My Tiffany’s diamonds! I want them back!!” Mrs. Fleming is screaming at all the maids. I watch the maids being checked, they are being treated so badly. As far as I know, all the maids are honest and good at their work. But who will explain this to Mrs. Fleming, for her poor people are thieves, slackers, who doesn't

Dia spoke shakily and Mrs King shut her eyes taking a deep breath. "I will be down." Mrs King spoke then closed the door in Dia's face. Dia instantly ran down stairs and went to spread the news to fellow maids as there were just three left after everyone had left the mansion after the release of Lydia's book, so they all looked at Dia in disbelief. "So what do we do? We can't stay, I mean I can't, I will be damned if I get dragged in between this mess." One of the maids spoke and the two others sighed deeply.

I remember seeing her when I visited Adrian; she was in charge of the other maids and seemed older than the rest. Are you talking about the older woman? Wasn't she among them? I believe you're referring to Chief Maid Mrs. Hawkins, who was incredibly kind to me during my time as a maid in Adrian's house. I don't know her personally, but I do know she's older than the others, he replied.

she said as I entered. I heaved a heavy sigh and sat at the end of the bed with my back to her. I removed my shoes, they were aching my feet and the pain seemed to be traveling all over my body. I loosened my tie and took of my jacket, finally. "What is it Emma?" "You hired a new maid?" Wasn't it obvious? I was certain she had already seen her. "Yes." My head was pounding still. "She'll be making your coffee now?" "Yes." I was getting annoyed.

I pulled out a book and closed the suitcase before turning toward the maids who were doing their job in the bedroom “there is food in the kitchen if you are hungry. Feel free to dig in” I walked out of the room before any of them could say a word to answer what I just said, the last thing I wanted or needed was to be judged by the maids of the house. I entered the living room where two other maids were cleaning up, watching as the two of them stared at me for a second, waiting for an order from me. However, I had nothing to tell them, therefore, I just simply nodded before taking a seat, allowing them to get done with their business. It explained how the Alpha managed to have his house clean

Moldark’s residence towered like a skyscraper and every wall was filled with bookshelves that were closed to the top, just below the stained glass windows. “Don’t you guys have any maids to clean this place?” asked Vero to the maid, who was turning on the lights. The maid stared at her for a long time and the reflection from the dim lamp she turned on cast a black shadow on her corpse-like face. “No,” she replied, in the same robotic tone as before. Vero turned around and looked up. At least this place didn’t smell bad but instead had the smell of dust and scraps of old books. “What should I clean?” asked Vero.

It wasn’t a house. It was a mansion. Huge. Elegant. Just as grand as the Sinclair estate. I felt my stomach twist. I had assumed Caleb was just comfortable, maybe a little wealthy...but this? This was something else. Once again, the question burned in my mind. 'Why does a man like him want a woman like me?' He led the way into the massive living room, and as soon as we stepped inside, four maids came out to greet us. They bowed respectfully, their voices soft and polite.