Housemaids Book Novels & Stories

Cathy asked as she entered the kitchen. "Chicken nudgets, Madam?" a maid replied. "Why? I didn't tell you to cook it." she asked, looking at the other dishes. "Miss Mary told me to make this and a few other dishes for the kids." She approached the maid and stood in front of her. The maid swallowed in fear. "Does Miss Mary pay you?" she asked. "No, Madam?" the maid answered, stumbling. "Is she the housekeeper here?" "No, Madam."

With happy heart Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possible be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a employees for such high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark ?" a middle aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Fellow me," said the maid servant as she walked straight ahead, while Emily followed her awkwardly.

"She's like a termite, that woman! Look, next thing you know, there won't be anyone left!" "Oh my! It's already hard to find a job these days! What will I feed my children if I get caught up in that woman's mess?" "It's better not to get involved if you don't want to get in trouble!" I continued washing the dishes while listening to the conversations of the three housemaids in the dirty kitchen. It's amusing how they treat me as if I'm deaf, pretending not to hear them, or maybe they intentionally want me to overhear. "Can you believe it? Auntie Oprah has been here for years, and Sir Heskel just kicked her out like that. What will happen to us newcomers?"

What a drama queen you are, she said to herself internally. Grace shook her head as her eyes trailed Keisha's hand back to her face. "Why are you acting like this was planned? You were hired last and this was the only room left unoccupied. You should be celebrating because the rest of us have to share rooms. Look me in the eye and tell me you would have appreciated sharing a room with either one of those other maids." Keisha's face fell into a repulsive look. The other maids acted like a bunch of robots, as if they were straight out of the Victorian era. They never smiled, conversed or acknowledged anyone around the mansion.

He leaned forward slightly, as if eager to smooth things over even further. "She must have taught you a great deal, how to manage a household, how to discipline properly..." he went on, almost wistfully. "I daresay I could learn a thing or two myself. Especially lately, there have been quite a number of new servants in my home, and they've been nothing but trouble. A real headache." Jane frowned faintly at that. How could that be? Maids were always careful, terrified even, of making the slightest mistake. And those who worked in Smith's household... they weren't careless people. They were desperate ones, clinging to whatever chance they had to survive, even if it meant enduring his wandering

CHAPTER 1: THE UNWANTED OMEGA. Hazel crouched on the cold stone floor, her body worn from endless chores. The Shadow Moon pack's mansion loomed above, a place of cruelty and indifference. The scrub brush felt heavy in her hands, a reminder of her desperation. The three maids stormed in, their faces twisted with disdain. "Look at her, craggling like a runt.” One of them sneered. Another other kicked Hazel's bucket of washing water, spilling it on the floor.

She shouted, almost coughing out her lungs as an elderly woman rushed out. "Good afternoon ma'am" she greeted nervously as Elizabeth stared at her confused on who she was. "Who are you?… Please?" She asked curiously as the woman smiled lightly. "I am the head maid and cook of this mansion?" The woman said bowing slightly as Elizabeth raised her brows confused. "Which means there are more maids and Cooks in this mansion? So where have you all been? Why doesn't the kitchen have utensils!?" Elizabeth yelled harshly, making the woman lower her gaze.

She pressed a button on her wheelchair, and it started moving on its own. I turned to say goodbye to the other maids, but they stared at me like I had two heads. So, I just told Lucia and Amy I’d see them later. They smiled and nodded. Granny showed me around the mansion. It felt like paradise. The chandelier sparkled like real diamonds. Everything looked expensive, from the furniture to the decorations. It was like a dream. She told me the other maids didn’t live in the main house. They stayed in separate quarters on the right side of house. It didn't come as a surprise to me because I already heard that the Belfords owned the biggest house in New York.

Chapter 3 Ella's POV The servants hall was a separate four-storey building located at the East side of the mansion with it's very on pool, pond and garden On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a Glassdoor fridge full of fruit drinks (I was dying to get one, perhaps, a grape flavor), a coffee machine and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries,( wait, is that a croissant)

“Mrs Harris, should we go ahead?,”Amelia was lost in thought that she was deaf to the maid’s question. “Mrs Harris, should I commence the cleaning?” She said again with a higher pitch and Amelia was forced to listen.she gave her a doubtful look and rubbed her protruding belly nervously.In Pamela’s absence,she was the woman of the house,she shouldn't be too scared to do the needful. “Go ahead Martha.” A boost of confidence filled her heart,the handmaid send a signal to the rest of the idle maids who followed her into the darkest room in the mansion.