Mae Hughes Fma Novels & Stories

Nia tries all she could to keep her relationship at a stance, being kept at a far distance from Cameron. *** Glad to announce that 'Maid to be 2' is finally out,

Two paths stretched before her: to the right, a narrow, shadowed track; to the left, a wide sunlit road heavy with fruit. She sneered at the right-hand path, dismissing it without thought. The left road shone with promise. “I’m sure the little maid took the dull road,” she scoffed. “Of course she did—someone like her would never recognize value. But I, Rhea, am not so blind.” She strutted onto the left path. At first it was everything she’d hoped—bright, airy, lined with fruit-laden trees. She feasted greedily, stuffing herself with bananas, until at last she pressed on.

Who is she? "July?" I wondered. I was still looking at the maid, who had this cute smile. I don't understand why I can't take my eyes off of her. She's just so cute. The most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. "Oh yes, sweetie. Meet Agent July Mercado. Your new lady guard," Dad said. Then the agent smiled at me and a dimple appeared on her right cheek. She is so pretty! As Haruka said, she really looks like the younger version of Angelina Jolie!

As far as I know, this maid was a very loyal servant to my mom and she would report that I skipped breakfast today. I could do nothing but run back and pick up the loaf of bread and stuff it with hotdog and bacon. Then, I immediately went back to my car. I put the whole sandwich inside my mouth at once while tucking the long sleeves I was wearing. My goodness! I have never done this kind of scene before! That is the reason why the eyes of our housemaids and caretakers are amazed and stunned by my sudden actions. They knew me as a calm and organized person but they didn't know that I could change in an instant because of Angela. She pulls out the other side of me. I can do things that I have

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.

Helga said as she crosses her arms. "Ugh" Maisy replied the only thing she could say. "But the young madam really surprised me. She wasn't what I expected her to be" Helga says while remembering Amelia's offer to a handshake. "I know right. She's really cute too and innocent" Maisy said, now also recalling their young madam. "The master sees to have refined his taste in women" Maisy added which made Helga choke. "Maisy. Don't be so disrespectful" Helga scolded as Maisy can't stop her sharp tongue from speaking words that may harm her position as a maid working under Damian.

The video Leonid showed me the other day was sent by Stalin and it divulged how everything went down before my arrival at the club. Mae had entered the club right at three p.m just a few minutes after she ran away from the hallway at her father’s house and headed to the club. I knew my sixth sense wouldn’t disappoint me. The girl had overheard my conversation with her father and resorted to using her friend to cover up. I learnt from Leonid that Mae has a boyfriend named Matt whom she shares her apartment around Fordham University with. It’s no surprise why she refused to sleep with me. I doubt she saw my face at all because if she did her pussy alone will decide for her.

I hope the interview went well and you got the job. Take care of yourself, find a man to support you, you're pretty, you'll soon get something with someone in the new job, focus on the CEOS, you were born for greatness, don't settle for employees like you did at the mansion, they're no longer just an option for fun, catch the biggest fish and hook it with your vagina. Love, Mom!

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st