Jasmine Vega Maid Novels & Stories

gesturing towards the source of the jasmine aroma. The warden replied, "Oh, that's where we're detaining the spy from last night." Caesar's countenance became solemn, and he strode resolutely towards the origin of the jasmine scent. He could hear the soft weeping of a familiar voice. In the dimly illuminated cell, he found a fragile Omega woman seated on the floor, her chestnut hair and eyes shimmering in the darkness. Her white garments were insufficient to cloak her form, and the refreshing fragrance of jasmine was entirely out of place in the foul dungeon. She was secured with weighty shackles about her neck, wrists, and ankles, and her dainty frame appeared burdened by chains.

“—in there? Miss Vega, are you there—” “—we have Special Agent Jester Lee’s vehicle—a black, McQueen V7 model—cruising into the driveway of the apartment building he shares with celebrity girlfriend Alisa Vega, who you folks at home know is currently in hot waters due to—” “—support your love, Alisa! We love you! You and Jester are the best couple—” “—come on, give us a comment Agent Lee! Jester! Is it true you two have been secretly dating all this time—”

The caller said. "Of course sir." The maid replied. "Good Job Calvina, I'm sure Jaguar will be happy to hear this." He said and cut the connection, The maid exhaled heavily, she knew, she was playing a dangerous game here, right inside The vampires Palace, no she doesn't play games, she, just like all of them, are just pawns in this game, and very soon, Alaina would be a very important pawn, and she must work hard to bring her into their fold, even if it's to help the fool head, play her stupid games.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

Camilla asked her. "Aren't you the maid around here, it is your responsibility to get the wine" she told her. "I am not the maid, and I am not really in a good mood" Camilla replied. "Oh that's correct, you aren't even the maid, you are lower than the maids, you are just an object that can be sold and bought" the lady sneered. "Look, who are you? Do you have a problem with me?" Camilla asked her. "I am Vanna Vegas from the Vegas mafia family and I do have a problem with you" she said, a malicious sneer on her face.

Maya shot, her voice becoming disdaining. Mia avoided her eyes and pretended not to have heard what she said. “Jasmine had a perfect life even though she was an illegitimate child. She had access to things she wasn't supposed to as an illegitimate child. Do you honestly think I would believe that your friendship all those years would go by without you feeling jealous of all she had? The love,the seemingly happy marriage, ownerships to a company and now almost everything anyone could ever dream of? I'm not child Mia, you don't have to pretend before me”

"Open it. Slowly." Neither of the maids moved. Violet sighed. "What are your names?" "Idalia," replied the blonde girl, trying to hold back tears. "Jasmine," answered the taller girl. Her skin was the same brown as Violet's with the same black curls, but Jasmine's were cropped at her collarbone. "I'm Violet," she smiled. "Jasmine, I need you to open that door. If there's an enemy in there, I can't stop them alone. Will you help me?"

there was a hint of mockery in her tone. " I see" Jasmine nodded sensibly, strutting leisurely to the next room. She stopped suddenly, and a harmless smile plastered on her lips " Get the bathtub ready for me and also get my room cleaned. I don't like dust specks getting into my eyes" This maid the lady gazed at Jasmine's eyes . She had to admit they were the most beautiful hazel eyes she ever saw. As if it weren't enough, Jasmine added " As you can see I can't use my hands. Will you help bathe me? "