Little French Maid Novels & Stories

Raven says and Tristan just turns back to the TV “Miss Park!” He yells and immediately Jamie shows up behind Raven who slightly at the sudden appearance of the head maid “Yes, Sir? You called?” Jamie asks and looks at Raven, a knowing look appearing on her face before looking back at Tristan “Bring a measuring tape, Miss Kim doesn't know her sizes... It'd be best to measure it now so we can send the numbers to our tailor” Tristan says and Jamie instantly rushes away “Aren't you cold? Why'd you stay in your uniform?” Tristan asks, his back still turned

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

The cute maid who is wearing an expensive jewelry is Marie, Madell closest aid. Among the maids in the house, Marie is very skillful to swoon the picky Madell. Her mouth knows how to flutter and that’s why Madell took her by her side. Because of that, Marie received extra money, make-up, jewelry from Madell. However, Marie still hates Madell since I accidentally overheard her talking to the other maid and said how much she hated the brat in this house. I did not tell that to Madell because I thought it is not my business. But now, I can use this information as my way to survive in this mansion while I am still looking for my father.

The maid bowed. "What is your name?" Beatrice asked, seeing that the maid had not left. "My name is Lola, Milady." The maid answered, her head still facing the floor. "Hmm, Lola. What a nice name. I had a cat when I was a little child and her name was Lola. She's still alive though but she's in Nalish, I Will go get her one of these days. Oh, how I miss her." Beatrice said, shaking her head.

She began to shake out the wrinkles. “Oh? I thought perhaps he’d have business to tend to.” “Usually he appears at breakfast, but rarely for dinner unless he does not have plans.” “I see.” Fara swallowed back the dread of having to appear before her uncle again. Averting her thoughts, she watched the maid working. “What is your name?” “Marie, at your service, Mademoiselle.” She smiled pleasantly and took the woman's hand. “It is good to meet you, Marie.” The maid blushed and busied herself with helping Fara into the gown.

I hadn’t ben hugged in a very long time, it was nice. She pulled away from the hug her hand in my hair as she hit me with a tidal wave of questions, “Who are you? What’s your name? Where are you from? How come I haven’t see you before?” I laughed a little at her curiosity but ultimately I found it adorable. I loved inquisitive children, they were so full of wonder and question that it made me smile. They were so good and pure; it was amazing how they remained untainted by the world of today. “ I’m the new maid, my name is Mariah, I’m from a small village , near the border of France and you haven’t seen me before because I only work on the second floor.” I said answering all her questions.

With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion. Madam Claire was not a lot of things but she was beautiful and knew how to manipulate men. She honed her beauty and used it like a weapon. She wore the heavy skirts of the Revillonian women, in a royal purple color. Her skirts were made with quality material and lined with gold thread. She had money and she flaunted it. Around her middle she wore a forest green corset, laced so tightly, her breasts looked like they would pop out of her outfit. And resting between her revealed cleavage was a gold medallion.

It may take a long time. [I Still at the airport, Mummy. Already heading to the hotel] I answered on the cell phone. *** "Should to wear clothes and make-up like this miss?!" I asked Miss Lena, wide-eyed. She was the one who was sent to prepare me to come to the social gathering with great Madame Her clothes are like old European clothes. Shirt with a wide and low chest cut, the body to the waist is tight and the bottom is wide. The long sleeves are full of lace at the ends, giving this shirt a classic look.

"Interesting, Gerald, we will see who loses in the end." Lana kept looking at the time as the hours ticked by, waiting desperately for Gerald to hear from Stanley. Three hours seemed to be like three days, but finally, Gerald screamed in excitement, "He did it! I can't believe it, Stanley did it! Oh my God, Lana, I am so happy!" He ran to Lana and kissed her on the cheeks, but she pulled her face away in disgust. He stared at her condescendingly, "What do you think of yourself? You should even be lucky that I am looking at you, a mere cheap maid, a stand-in bride who can never be acknowledged in public."