Maid J Novels & Stories

At exactly 1a.m., MJ arrived at the beach house in a new dress. It was a long blue strapless dress she had bought after someone spilled coffee on her blouse. Walking into the house, she threw her handbag on the couch and took off her heels. She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of still water.

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.

These would be easy for me, or so he thought. Madame Maida Lausanne, a positively stunning brunette, stood by the grand balcony of their mansion waiting for her husband. She was wearing a Blanka Matragi evening gown like it was her ordinary day-to-day house clothes. She was born and raised as a ruler to the Aswang clan. Her sophistication and jaw-dropping beauty conceals a dark side of her. She’s capable of manipulating anyone who crosses her path. She welcomed her guest, Detective Andrews, warmly with her good manners. Unfortunately for the ignorant man who was all-smiles on her, Madame Maida was greatly offended. She offered her delicate hands for a handshake which was mistakenly misunders

"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!"

Your make up artist ma" the person outside the door answers while she rolls her eyes to the word ma. " Ma indeed" she says to herself and she took some of her clothes from the wardrobe and dresses up and she opens the door and about ten young men and women with their equipments with them, Make up kit, pedicure and manicure instrument, dresses, shoes and jewelries and camera men. She chuckles and sighs because she knew what the Queen was trying to do, she knew she was doing this for a show so that the few 15 quests invited and the priest would think she has accepted her as her son’s wife.

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“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

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.