Maid J Novels & Stories

“Maya shut up and listen to yourself this isn’t going to work out, we all know how this goes, he finds out about us and then leaves.” The girls crowded around the room. Maya was young, only 15, she had medium brown wavy hair, with bright blue eyes and a cute little button nose. While Jen was the most mature out of them with long blonde hair and green eyes with a very beautiful but manipulative smile. Jen was 19. Then there was Lilian who had the darkest of black hair, and dark brown eyes with red lines covering her wrist. There are more but I won’t introduce them until later.

>>"If her work is incompetent, you wait until Mah-dreh comes home. Mah-dreh doesn't want to be fooled again like before." Jerrald groaned inwardly. His mother must have been talking about his behavior of kicking out the maids who worked with him before. Even though the maids had done a good job. But Jerrald always had a way of making the maids leave his apartment. >>"Remember, Mi-Hijo, only Mah-dreh can terminate the contract with Miss Jolicia Floy." "Jolicia Floy? Who is that?" >>"Of course your new maid, you idiot! Did you not even ask her name?"

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.

“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.

Master Adonis’s Maid Chapter 29 She froze reading the report Damon bought for her. She just couldn't believe that she is going to be the mother of her Master Adonis's child. Droplets of sweat started to roll down her forehead. She sat down staring at the piece of paper in her hand with disbelief. The rain of fear drenched her completely, soaking her up to her bones. She was scared of new responsibilities, especially when she remembered what happened with the last maid of his.

I love how she treats my friends as if they are her own. “Thanks for having us on your trip. So, have you been feeding the goats?” Jade asks. Maija looks away shyly, and I can tell she’s blushing. “I can’t believe Zayne told you that. No, I saw one, but it ran away.” I laugh quietly; seeing her embarrassed is so adorable. “Maija but why Scotland? What about Africa? They have goats in Africa, you know?” Quentin begins to complain. “And plenty women with round buttocks,” Jade adds.

Bella flipped her hair backward and majestically sashayed to it, shaking her round butt in an attempt to make May jealous. May yawned loudly, stretching her hands and body. Not even paying her attention. PHCN had restored the power earlier, so she decided to charge her phone. Bella's eyes instantly widened when she opened the door. She gasped, "Mama?" Mama Edric; a surprisingly tall, chubby, dark-skinned woman in her late sixties had a black

The crown on my head pulsed, but for once it did not feel hungry. It felt listening. Then one servant remained standing. She was a thin Northridge woman with burn scars across her cheek and a limp that made one leg drag slightly behind her. Her name was Marris, though I remembered seeing her only twice near the west laundry and once carrying blankets after the tower burned. She did not kneel. Rieka’s hand moved toward her knife. Due raised one hand to stop her. Marris looked at me, then at Otsana Blackmoon, and tears filled her eyes before she spoke.