Jasmine Vega Maid Novels & Stories

She said as she continued chopping the vegetables calmly. One more night of passion with my baby daddy and she's already growing wings. Way to go, Alessandro. “Aren't you supposed to be the maid? Why the hell are you talking to me that way? What the fuck is wrong with Alessandro's maids!”. Jasmine screeched in annoyance. Did she just refer to me as a maid? The guts of this girl.

Zoëlla jabbed smirking at Jovena. Zoëlla 1 Jovena 0 Zoëlla thought to herself as she walked past Jovena and whispered, “He'd never love you." Patting her on the head making her angrier. Jovena picked her handbag and stormed out of the house angry. “Have fun at work love, and oh, there's no need for a new maid, I'd still maintain my job at least it makes Jovena mad." She giggled as Ale walked out of the house.

Fat tears streamed down Jasmine's face as she struggled to find her voice. "Mom, please," she pleaded, but her mother seemed deaf to her daughter's distress. I glanced at Xavier, hoping he would step in, but he stood silently, watching with a pained expression. Noah's earlier words echoed in my mind—should he reject his mate if her mother didn't approve? Finally, Jasmine took a deep breath, her voice trembling but determined. "I, Jasmine Williams, reject... Volan Si as... my mate," she declared, her words faltering but clear. There was a moment of stunned silence. Even I couldn't hide my surprise.

He had told me he would come for me but what we didn't know was that, the vile nanny had slipped off sleeping pills in the apple juice she had given him during dinner. What we also didn't know was that, she had also slipped Viagra in my orange juice too. ' Ava gasped out of terror, her heart already breaking for me. Ray understood that we needed a break, especially since Ava could barely contain her sobs. So with a nod of my head, I gave him a go ahead to distract her for a while. 'Show us. ' Ray stated, talking to Ava. 'Huh? ' She seemed taken aback by the sudden diversion. 'Show us the adoption certificates. '

"R-Raven..." An immediate open of my door revealed my maid Susana, she was holding a chamomile tea in a glass. "M-Ms. Scott, Mr. Hunderson wants you to—MS. SCOTT!!" She ran towards me. But my eyelis already betrayed me. I can't breathe. My gasping for more air made my throat dry, and lips was already probably pale. My hands are numb and my chest ached. I felt how hard my heart pumping in a very slow phase.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

I combed long hair briefly with my fingers, then fixed the zip in my blue skinny jeans that open whenever I sit down for two long I got out of the car, then looked around, there was no one, so I headed straight to the main door "Hey you stop right there" I Froze, when someone shout. I turned and saw a middle aged woman in her fifties wearing black maid's uniform, she was walking towards me I looked around making sure, she was referring to me. Then I pointed at myself, "me?" "Yes you, there's no other person here" "Oh", I gave her a pleasant smile and walked towards her

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

Who chopped these salads? Shouted Magdalena the oldest maid of the Johnson family. Its not me.. It's not me either. The two maids denied right away.Magadalena's face twisted with anger. It must be that Rim then. I wonder what l have to do for that girl to do things right. What kind of a girl is she? . How can one fail to chop tomatoes well.See how all salaads look like they are being chopped for animals. Oh God give me patience. Give me patience to deal with this girl.

Maya scoffed, “Come on Hilda, did you honestly think that walking off to reveal my true identity to Damien would not ruin Zaire’s plans? How stupid can you be?!” Hilda gritted her teeth, almost biting into her gum with rage, “That’s because I was trying to make you see reason and how foolish your act was… ahh…” The maid covered her head with both hands in terror as Maya suddenly lifted the vase in her hands. She immediately fell to her knees before the vase descended and placed both palms together, running them vigorously in a pleasing fashion.