Little Maid Novels & Stories

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

When Dad turned away, her fiery eyes sliced me as she mouthed, “I am going to kill you.” An Omega comes into the dining room and curtsies. Mom perks up and beckons her closer. She was a short girl about 5’3, wearing a large fitted blue tunic with a white apron maid uniform. She seems cute with her messy blonde hair and oceanic blue eyes. With her head kept lowered, she nervously fidgets as Mom speaks, “Heron, this is Mikayla and she will be your new maid.” “What the hell for?” Immediately I snapped, pausing again on my meal.

It seemed that the maid was new. Thinking to myself, when did we get a new maid? You did not inform me about hiring a new maid. Is everything to your liking, madam? Her voice was squeaky but deep. Everything is fine, I said to her. May I have your name, please? My name is Lucinda. Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Lucinda. I am Luna Sophia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna.

She turned to Serena, her eyes pleading silently for help. But Serena remained impassive. If this had been an isolated incident, she might have spoken up. However, the maid’s attitude toward her had been consistently disrespectful. It wasn’t her place to intervene in the Vanderbilt household’s decisions. With trembling hands, the maid gathered her things as the girl led her out. Turning back to Serena, the girl smiled warmly. "I’m Rita, by the way. Nineteen years old. You look close to my age, but you’re already so accomplished! It’s impressive."

She is the one that came with other maid that assesst those pitifull creature. Athanasia: What is it? Maid: There one of the one with the 3rd prince got a max value on the stats harassing the girl that had lowest value. But one of the two girl that you summoned are guarding her. Athanasia: What an idiot. So is there a fight? Tell me the two is fighting right? Maid: That didn’t happen princess. The one that you summoned then touch the crystal and then the crystal explode. Athanasia: The crystal explode? It lookes like i get the jackpot.

Not still paying her any attention, I continued with my food when I felt a strong yank of my pony tail. I let out a shriek and pivoted around to fully gaze at her. Tessa stepped back, a devilish smile laced onto those lips of hers. "Thought you would not respond after all" she jeered at me. I hissed at her. "I have a name. My name is not maid. I am Camilla" I gritted out to her with my facial features hardening. Tessa snorted out a laugh which got me more pissed off. "You are so stupid you know? I mean see how sassy you are. For a common maid that my boyfriend pays"

The hour passed in a blur. Aria cleared the dining room mechanically, her body still humming with residual arousal, her mind scattered. Had he really almost called her by her real name? Or had she imagined it in her overwhelmed state? She'd been so desperate, so consumed by sensation...maybe she'd simply misheard. She shook her head, trying to focus. She was being paranoid. There was no way he knew. Her cover was solid. Her references were perfect. She was just Sarah Mitchell, a maid who happened to be falling dangerously hard for her employer.

Bella took an excuse and she exit. Monica sat down happily, feeling satisfied. "Get back to your senses Monica, she is our classmate, your age mate" "So? What matters is that she's just an housemaid. She probably cooked the food you're eating, probably washed your clothes too and mopped everywhere. She is just a freaking maid" " She is and she's not, she would be attending our school tomorrow " "What?" She exclaimed. "I mean why?" "Maybe you should learn how to stop looking down on someone. Oh just because I said she's a maid, you thought all she ought to do every now and then is the domestic house chores? You least expected her to attend our school of all schools?"