Novel & Cerita Maid My

Gianna had drawn wedding dress sketches in his arms, full of hope for their future wedding. "When we get married someday, I want to wear this kind with a big train and walk toward you like a real princess. It's heavy, sure, but you only get married once in a lifetime!" He had confused them again. Lucia frowned and looked at him suspiciously. "When did I ever say that? I hate these cumbersome trains. I've always said I wanted a mermaid cut that's easy to dance in!" Matteo quickly masked the panic in his eyes. "Really? I must have remembered wrong."

My whole body ached as if it were pierced with pins. “Aww, don't be sad, Arianna,” Maya snickered, her tone laced with sarcasm, a scowl covering her face. “If you are so desperate to score a mate, why don't you try this?” Maya’s lips curved into a cruel smile as she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, her hands brushing against my skin, trailing down my jawline, sending a wave of electricity through me. “What are you trying to do?” My heart pounded, my breathing grew unsteady, and her eyes glowed brightly.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

I asked hopefully. "I can give you a Saint-Mask," Maya said, standing up and reaching for a bottle of dark, iridescent oil. "But it only lasts an hour. After that, the 'Vixen' comes back out. You have sixty minutes to find him, get what you need, and get back before you start purring at the furniture again."

I knew her too well — the more annoyed I got, the more she’d push. “Maya, babe, you seriously need to live a little,” she continued. “Look at you. You’re twenty-seven, drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could make men beg… and you’re still a virgin? You’re letting that tight little pussy go to waste, girl. I’m telling you, those fictional men in your spicy books can’t eat you out, finger you, or fuck you the way a real guy can.” My face burned crimson. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

I don't know how to ask my maid to teach me school subjects. "What?" She asked again. "Be.. Be my tutor" I summoned up courage to say it out. "Please Be My Tutor" I repeated and went on my kneels... Practically pleading" ****

, she spat out. “Yes, you may hate me, but it doesn’t remove anything from my body. Now, you said you could work as a maid. I need a maid. So you will be my maid. You will do everything that needs doing in the house and you will also be my escort whenever I need one”, he said to her.

‘My name is Maia. You don't have to call me Princess,’ I tell her, lowering myself into the warm water. I’ve never had a hot bath before, and it feels nice. ‘Princess Maia it is,’ she says. ‘No, just Maia,’ I explain politely. ‘Ow,’ The water stings where my wrists have been burnt. Sir Hugo spins in his chair quickly. ‘What is it?’ He asks. ‘I'm fine. The water just stings my wrists, is all,’ I say.

“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

I didn't even know that humans were sold here at the market. It's a horrendous practice and I would never want to be a party to it but then I saw you in that cage, you were crying and I could not help but feel pity for you. That's the reason why I bought you. You do not have to pay me back. I don't have a maid at home at the moment because the one I had before moved to a different country. You can choose to work for me as a maid and I will pay you but if you want to go back home, you are free to do so.