Maid J Novels & Stories

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

Carmen said proudly. MJ studied her. She was a fair girl, beautiful beyond doubt. She was wearing a short brown button-up dress that reached above her knees, a brown leather jacket that was left unzipped, and ankle-length black leather boots. Her blond hair was hanging on her shoulders and her hands were plunged with bangles of different colours and sizes. She was beautiful, but her personality…

she said sheepishly and Jay jabbed her in the ribs with his index finger, “humble pie over here is the assassin’s mate and not yet ready to join the hunters so she will help here in the meantime.” The amount of pride radiating from Jay’s statement made Mj blush slightly and the older woman’s face suddenly lit up, her eyes sparking to life with a fire that could scorch the sun. “I heard gossip of you young lady” the woman barked and a knot began to form in Mj’s throat when Mao let a low grumbled laugh crawl from her throat. “I am too old to listen to gossip so I will ask you” Mao paused and cocked her head, Mj looked into her eyes and the much older much smaller woman held the handle of the c

pointing at the workers with rage. "Jaden, don't worry! I'll watch over your stuffs!" Maria replied. When Jaden nodded and left, she squated down tears flowing continuously on her cheeks looking at the two small bags where Jaden put their belongings. She had an inkling to take a look what's inside and curiosity landed on her eyes when Jaden said they were precious. Just how precious these things were she thought while slowly unzipping trying not to break the old zipper being stitched in an awful way.

"Speak!" MJ shouted at his maid who kept shaking. "yes boss, she's the one who paid me to pour greasy liquids at your bathroom after you left for work,” Tiana said stuttering. MJ carried his assistant gun and shot the maid two times straight into her skull. Klein was scared by MJ's immediate action. Beside her was the girl who was talking like a scared rat a few minutes ago but now she's laying dead in her blood. She never thought behind the innocent face lies a dangerous man.

She takes the maid's hand, their bond growing stronger as they face the uncertain future together. "Enough talk for now," Meagia says, a hint of urgency in her voice. "Please, help me with the braids before Kaldir returns." The maid nods, understanding the need for haste. She skillfully weaves Meagia's hair into beautiful braids, her hands moving swiftly and gracefully. As the last strand is secured, they exchange a quick, knowing glance. Time is of the essence, and they resume their preparations, hoping to finish before Kaldir's return.

"Miss, you're so pretty! This is for you!" Maia lowered her head and saw a girl about six or seven years old. She was wearing a simple and beautiful pink dress, holding a bamboo basket filled with various seashells. She was handing a shell to Maia. "Thank you," Maia said, smiling as she took the shell. "Did you pick this up? Is it really okay to give such a beautiful shell to me?" "Yeah!" The little girl nodded happily. "We have a legend on Maya Cove. Mom said that if you hold the most beautiful shell on the beach and let the man you like carry you for a long walk, you can walk on the road to happiness!"

It seemed like she wasn't liked by this particular maid. "...good and refreshing bath because it seems like you really need it." Mia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, "what exactly do you take me for ehm...servant lady?" Mia asked not finding the right words to call her. The lady looked at Mia with a look of indifference like what Mia said barely grazed her heart or emotion,

“Do not worry, Aunt. I will make sure she is placed where she belongs. Cain must pay. All his loved ones will pay for the lives he took. Ares must be avenged.” Ava allowed herself a satisfied smile. With Midas on her side, her plan was falling into place. Then Midas called a woman standing nearby, dressed like one of the servants. “This is the one,” Midas announced, tone low. “She is called Maera. She is older than most remember and answers to no house. She can break bonds other women cannot touch.” Wilma’s lips curled into a hard smile.