Maid Envy Novels & Stories

She looked at people not as souls, but as statistics or servants. In Maya’s mind, the laws of gravity and morality didn't apply to her. If she placed a manicured finger on a diamond, it became hers. If she decided a person was in her way, they were deleted from her reality. She possessed a beauty that was as sharp as a razor and just as dangerous. She didn't want a husband; she wanted a throne, and she viewed the impending marriage to Aryan Knight as the final piece of her collection. To Maya, she wasn't just a woman—she was the sun, and everyone else was merely lucky to be caught in her gravity.

Beside him stood Maia in a champagne silk dress, her hair pulled into a perfect bun and her face painted with the precision of a mask. I stopped, my eyes scanning my cousin. I had known her since we were children; we had shared secrets, dolls, and summers. Beneath that thick layer of foundation and concealer, I saw what no one else did. Her eyes held an artificial glint—a light desperately trying to hide a dull sadness. Her shoulders were rigid, and the way she gripped her purse screamed discomfort. Maia didn’t look like a radiant bride; she looked like a disaster survivor still trying to figure out how she made it out alive.

He wore power like other men wore cologne naturally, effortlessly, with an edge of danger that probably made smart women run the other direction. Aria had never been particularly smart when it came to self-preservation. "You're about to hire a very dedicated new maid," she said to his image. "One with enough skills to rob you blind if she wanted to. But don't worry, I only want one thing. One plant. And then I'll disappear like I was never there." She didn't let herself think about the ethics of it. Didn't let herself worry about what would happen if she was caught. This was about survival her mother's survival and Aria would do whatever it took.

I answered “Lovely to meet you. Now, where is your boyfriend?” Oh no! Dominic had made it very clear that me and him were not friends, so I could not even imagine being his girlfriend. But why would he think I was Dominic's girlfriend when I was standing there in my maid uniform? “My boss?” I asked as I tried to hold back puke “Oh, he’s your boss. My, my. I am sorry. You look so beautiful. I mean, you look like one of them.” he said

She had heard scary stories about how maids were treated bad or starved or not paid. But her story was different, her bosses were nice to her. She didn't know what made Zendaya had changed towards the house helps. She had learned a valuable lesson since Carlotta. Puta, ¿tu marido te está engañando con Otra mujer y estás preocupada por él (Whore, your husband is cheating on you with another woman and you are worried about him)? Zendaya's conscience argued. Shut up brain! She said opening the car door and stepping out. She was dressed in a black A-line off-shoulder dress and paired it with 6-inch platform heels and a black clutch. She was adorned in black from head to toe and she rocked it.

Is this deja vu? I remember how the lady in the sirs mansion treated me, it was the same. How I miss feeling this way again. “I am Vashti Redezdale and I am Aziel Craven's fiance! Know your place, maid!”, she said, which made me look at her in shock. They are more than that.

“Hmmm what if something happened, he could have given me a heads up or something or even tag me along, this is madly annoying. I need to make one of this maid my friend I need to talk to someone one, how can they just bend there head and parade around without wanting to gist or play games. Boring cunts, I bet that's why they are servants, they must really love their job till the extent that they won't tolerate even a single gist with me, Aiden's mistress.” “I have never been so rich and jobless before, I am not even rich I am just enjoying my own share .I feel like a furniture in the Kardashian's

She even wished about marrying one so she could have babies with good height genes. Deep in her crazy self, she even thought being a slave to this man may not be too challenging if she was to see this male beauty. But her fascination was like a fire put out by his dominating aura. Fear has rooted too deep in Mavie's heart that she cannot feel any delightful emotion and sensation when fear starts to sprout in her mind. If only he were as kind and sweet as Lyndon… If only she was not scared of him...

" said a woman who looked younger than me while still getting excited. I looked at Red and it's really true that Ate (older sister) was not mistaken in saying that my fiance is handsome. Redemon really attracts attention because of his body's build. When you look at Redemon, you'll really feel like singing "out of your league." But of course, because I'm Chelsea Leigh Garcia and soon to be Mrs. Chelsea Leigh Garcia Beunavista, I don't need to sing that because Red Caden Buenavista is only mine. I gently combed my hair behind my ear to show them my engagement ring. Yes sisters! Stop fantasizing because Red is only mine.

She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stomach covered by a sweatshirt that looks like it’s made for someone five times her size. Such a strange woman. This–this creature of flame, of untamed power–wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, will be our queen in a month's time. “Are you sure you don’t want company tonight?” “I really don’t. I do love your company, though, but I know you’re sick of me.” She nudges Jane’s arm. The maid’s head barely reaches Maeve’s shoulder. I’ve never seen a woman so tall, in fact. She has to be close to six feet, if she hasn’t surpassed that already.