Jasmine Vega Maid Novels & Stories

But going into his home as his MAID and exiting as his MATE! Sure! That was completely natural! (NOTE: SARCASM!) “You’re ashamed?” Levi asked, apparently still puzzled! Bloody idiot! “I’m still your maid!” I hissed, feeling a little bit hysterical. “What do you think people will think?” “That you’re pulling in some extra houses,” he grinned. Bloody stupid idiot! I whipped around glancing at him in disbelief, which soon turned to anger and then pure rage. My cheeks were burning in embarrassment and tears pricked my eyes.

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

Jasmine picked up her phone, pretending to check the time, and discreetly took a photo of the scene and sent it to Zach. Madelyn turned around and quietly watched Jasmine, who looked mature and professional. Seeing Jasmine again after her rebirth stirred up mixed emotions in Madelyn. Jasmine wasn't just her teacher; she was going to become her stepmother. Out of all Hayson's mistresses, she was the only one who managed to marry into the Jent family.

Vega could sense something was going on, and so she hastened her step. Just as she came into view, the smell of vanilla mixed with a minty kind of scent hit her nostrils, and Jackie immediately said the words "Mate!" Vega's heart fluttered, so just as she had thought, her mate really came, he came for her. Vega walked faster in the direction of the scent, the more she approached, the stronger the scent. All of a sudden, she saw Victoria 10 metres ahead of her. She stretched her form to see to whom the scent belonged, but Victoria was blocking her view.

The mention of Elizabeth being a maid surprises Lara, and she takes a small sip of her drink, watching the wine swirl in her glass. She directs her attention back to Tristan, her tone filled with intrigue as she speaks, "Huh, and here I was wondering if she is a model or something... I would never expect Dominic to be this low... escorting a maid?" Tristan turns to look at her, his gaze sharp, before he slowly realizes that Lara might have a point. The realization hits Tristan that he has become engaged to a maid, a reality he had never envisioned for himself. The weight of the situation settles upon him, and he finds himself grateful that no one else knows about their engagement.

But his attention was entirely focused on the woman moving through the room with a tray of champagne glasses. Aria looked stunning in the formal uniform, professional and elegant. No one looking at her would guess that she was struggling to maintain composure. That she had a vibrator inside her that he controlled. That she was his in ways none of these people could imagine. He'd kept it on the lowest setting so far.....just enough to remind her, not enough to distract. He watched her serve drinks, smile politely at guests, play the perfect maid. Then Marcus Reynolds approached, and Damien decided to test her control.

She gaped her eyes on the clothes on mannequins and in the racks. "Choose anything you want. I'm a VIP here!" Eve formed a fake smile. The servant felt she just won a lottery that she took random clothes and went to the fitting room. Eve was just watching while she shook her head. She couldn't imagine her life would turn out this way. Prepping a maid spending thousands of dollars for her just to obey her commands. Sometimes she thought, she was the pet here and not the one in the fitting room.

Both women turned toward the sound from the top of the stairs. Isis appeared - elegant, poised, and all authority. A woman in her fifties whose reputation filled Upland like a shadow. Widow of the former Judge, and second only to the king in wealth, her smirk was ice wrapped in silk. "You shouldn't teach my prospective maid to gossip," Isis said coolly, fixing a sharp gaze on Cressida. Cressida gave Amber a final, pitiful look. "Be strong," she murmured, then faced Isis. "I'm leaving."

Camilla's POV: After completing my kitchen chores, I heaved a sigh of relief. Ensuring the kitchen was neat and orderly was the last task I had for the day. I dropped the mop on the floor and strolled to the fridge to get a jug of water to quench my thirst. As I opened the fridge, my attention was drawn to a pack. Inside, I found hamburgers and fries, and my stomach growled at the sight. Since morning, I had only consumed half a cup of chocolate and a slice of bread. I knew I wouldn't eat again until the next day, as that was the usual food routine for maids in this house.

With difficulty I picked up my clothes on the floor as I managed to climb upstairs to my room "That pig!! How can he take my V like that and still.....Gosh I hate him so much! I walked to the bathroom and took my bath as I couldn't even wash my V well cause it was still on fire I found some painkillers on my drawer and I took it immediately to loosened the pain I walked to the closet and pick out a pink bra and pants then a white gown, I was about laying on my bed when I heard a knock I stood up and walked to the door to meet a maid standing there "Mam,I was assigned to be your personal maid, my name is Vida" she says and I nodded walking back to my bed as I sat down "You can leave now" "Mam