Housemaids Book Novels & Stories

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

“Yes. Every maid must pass through me. They need to learn loyalty, discipline, and the ability to follow without delay. This mansion does not welcome slow minds. Do you understand?” Harsh, I thought, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Yes. It means this mansion won’t accept slow-minded maids who can’t quickly grasp commands.” “Correct.” We reached a massive wooden door. He pushed it open, and my eyes widened. It was breathtaking. The library stretched wide, its shelves climbing toward the ceiling, even reaching into a second floor. Rows upon rows of books, polished wooden tables in the center, and study corners along the sides—it felt less like a private library and more like a grand public one.

She was also surprised about how the study was so clean and the books were neatly arranged on the shelf, they were all set neatly, and there was nothing like stain or liters on the floor in the study. Blair was wondering why there were so many maid in the house he doesn’t even live in, now she understands why. The mansion was so big that ten maids wouldn’t be able to keep it as clean as it was, that was the needs for so many maids. The mansion was so cleans and she and she saw their works, even the maids at the palace wouldn’t do a great job like this.

“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.

The maid said,I scoffed in disbelief and nodded as the maid understood and walked away. I looked down at the book and the vision of hat happened and flooding back to my mine as I looked around to be sure there was no maid behind me while I slowly opened it, and my just then my face came to view and then luther as I couldn’t look at it any more and looked says,I really hopped this was just a joke and it wasn’t someone spying on me.

Even her smile was practiced, delicate and distant. "Thank you," I murmured, trying to return her politeness. As she turned to lead me out, I found myself thinking of stories I had read where the maids were often scheming or bullying and hating on the female leads that their masters brought home. This thought made me a little weary but the maid acted very polite and it gave me no reason to be. It made me equally remember the other romance stories I've read which often painted maids as mistreated or overlooked by wicked female leads. But here, this maid and Mr. Wilson carried themselves like they were part of the mansion's elegance, like they belonged to its rhythm. Or maybe that's what I tho