Little Maid Novels & Stories

She had a pointed nose, pretty lips, and deep blue eyes. She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Who are you? What are you doing here? And why are you trying to enter that room?” She crossed her arms and waited for my reply. I cleared my throat. “Good afternoon, Miss. My name is Emily Jones, and I’m the new personal maid to Grandma Susan,” I said as respectfully as I could.

I threw the duvet off my body and stepped out of bed, I gracefully strolled to my small bathroom, the old wooden floor creaking under my bare feet. My bathroom was not fancy at all, just one shower head and a sink, no bathtub or big shower heads and multiple sinks. It was just what you'd expect an orphaned girl to live in. After taking a shower I put on a grey Tee, black sweats and black snickers. and strolled to the kitchen for breakfast.

Looking like a model who came out of a magazine, she wore a maxi polka dot dress, with black tennis shoes. Fuck! SO BLOODY HOT! { VOICE} " YES YOU ARE GIRL! SAID A FAMILIAR VOICE." You correct Yuki said, Mia. * Lilly laughs* shut up. come on ladies let's get inside. They all laughed inside the house, and Lilly closed the door behind her. ( Uncle Ryan) I'll be in the room if you need anything. Uncle, we are fine, go and rest, if they are thirsty or hungry I'll serve them. said, Lilly. Now Shoo.

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”

she asserts, emphasizing the clear boundaries and hierarchy that Elizabeth has crossed. Each word lands like a heavy blow, reinforcing the vast gulf between their social statuses. “You need to know your limits…you’re just a maid.” Tears well up in Elizabeth's eyes as Mrs. Johnson's words pierce deep into her vulnerable heart. The combination of humiliation and the reminder of her lowly position as a mere maid in the presence of someone like Dominic Bradford overwhelms her. She feels the weight of her own insignificance, her voice silenced by a mixture of shame, fear, and the harsh reality of her circumstances.

This was the reaction she wanted earlier. "I see..." Loreen nodded her head, her lips arched up, and she shifted her gaze to a young maid whose fingers were fiddling nervously. "You, what is her name?" She pointed at the young maid and glanced at the head maid. The young maid became startled and raised her eyes to peek at Loreen . She instantly lowered her head when she saw Loreen 's menacing eyes on her. "Mi-mistress, h-her name is Rita." The young maid answered and shifted to hide behind the maid who stood in front of her.

Kailangan ko rin matutunan ang manners at kung paano maging prim and proper lady. But before all of that. First, I need to ask her name. I need someone I know. I look closely at the maid’s gentle face, mukha naman syang nasa mid-twenties, and I assume she's Lady Marina's personal maid servant. "What's your name again, Miss?" I asked in wary, baka kasi magduda ito. But to my surprise, wala man lang nagbago sa expression nya, hindi ito nagtaka o nagulat man lang.

"Madison, when I first met her, I thought she was just a mere maid, but I was wrong. Madison can be a mood lifter; she makes my heart flutter with her simple words, I was amazed how she looked upon the challenges in life, and she was the first one who patted my head—" "But you don't like getting your head patted?" Mila blinked twice as she digested what Dylan had spoken. Dylan dislikes being touched in the head, and Mila had never sought to pat his head, but a mere maid named Madison Lopez was the first person Dylan allowed to touch his head.

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.

So I had returned to my room, alone, and eventually sleep took me. Now, someone was ruining it. The banging came again, louder and sharper, like they were offended that I hadn’t answered the first time. My eyes snapped open. My heart jumped straight into annoyance. “What the hell?” I muttered, pushing myself up. “Who bangs on a door this early?” Before I could even throw the covers off or ask who it was, the door suddenly flew open. I sucked in a breath. A petite maid walked in like she owned the room. She couldn’t have been much older than me. She was slim, sharp-eyed, hair tied tightly at the back of her head. She didn’t look surprised to see me sitting up in bed, my hair messy, face still