Maid My Novels & Stories

Damika smiled warmly “Yaayyyy ! I have a little tigress, I have a little sister, I’m so happy, maasi mom, I want to meet her, why can’t you bring her to the island?” Little Tiger heard about having a little sister as soon as he entered with a gift for his maasi mom Maya just now realised why was the child calling her maasi mom, because she was his maasi, mother’s sister, a flood of affection filled her heart as she searched for Mahira in the boy’s face

Maya chuckles softly, stepping closer until there's barely any space between them. She grabs his chin firmly, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You're just like others.” Maya states with authority, her breath warm against his skin. “But I have a feeling I will find it quite pleasurable to ride your tiny cock.” Aiden’s breath hitched at her audacious words, his cheeks flushing with arousal and anger. He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” Maya chuckles again at his response, her eyes gleaming darkly. “Prove it then,” she challenged, sounding seductive as she stared at the younger man. “Strip for me, Aiden.”

She pulled me toward her by grabbing both of my shoulders. I gave her a short nod and gave her a close look, "Remember what mom said, okay?" "When you're older, I want you to do whatever you want and take any job you want; as long as it makes you happy, that's good with me. But there's one thing: even if you're extremely strapped for cash, don't work as a maid, do you understand? Especially if your boss is a man." "Why? Eh, aren't you currently working as a maid? Honorable—"

I said with a slightly trembling voice. "I'm not evading, I'm here as a maid. The person that Mas Suma pays. I will obey as long as that is my duty. However, in our relationship, Mas Suma must not restrain or force me! Mas Suma's overprotective attitude makes me like stuff!” My voice started to sound hoarse, my breath seemed to run out with my chest getting tighter. My vision started to blur with my tears. He looked surprised at my reaction. "Rani! That's not what I meant!" he said.

They’ll share their truths, exchange blood and bites, and finally solidify their mate bond. I should be happy for them. Actually, I am happy for them. But there's this knot in my chest that just won’t budge. “Are you brooding again?” I turn to see Maya at the edge of the clearing, holding a woven basket. She’s wearing a long, soft blue maxi skirt that flows down to her ankles and a simple white blouse. Her hair hangs loosely over her shoulders. She looks beautiful. She always does. “I’m not brooding. I’m just resting.”

“I’ve been saving the recipe your mother loved best. I never thought I’d get to bake it for her daughter again.” Maya smiled beside me, her eyes shining as she watched the villagers murmur blessings and wave from the cobblestones. “They love you, my lady,” Maya whispered. She paused, her gaze drifting over the green hills as a faint touch of melancholy softened her face. Maya had been a Southern wolf too, torn from her own pack and dragged to the frozen peaks to serve as a palace maid. I looked down at the warm bread. “You should go see your old home while we are here, Maya. Take a horse from the guard. Go find your people.”

We’re two people split by timing, fate, and unspoken feelings I wish I could kill. The thing is, I’m more witch than wolf. Sure, I have a wolf. I have the senses, the speed, the reflexes. But I don’t feel her like most do. I don’t snap into rage or possessiveness. I don’t tackle problems with brute force. I solve them by thinking. Processing. Planning. Finn has Maiden powers too—basic ones, with an affinity for protection, which suits him as Alpha. Me? I have advanced control of all of the Maiden’s powers. I just haven’t found my specialty yet. Or my limits. I don’t burn out. I don’t fatigue. There hasn’t been a spell I couldn’t do—until these stupid trials.

Maia happily began to play in his hand, enjoying the caress of her mate. 'Stop feigning. I know you enjoyed it; you're just annoyed with him.' Maia retorted with a giggle, which made me roll my eyes. “Strange. Maia's wolf is silver with golden speckles, yet she's an omega.” Wyatt whispered enigmatically and took two steps toward me. I gave him a confused glance. What did he mean? “What's the name of your wolf?” Oswald inquired and ruffled my hair. I growled at him frankly, and he did the same again with a smile on his face.

She laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You must be out of your mind," she spat. "I am your superior, and you will do as I say." But I stood my ground, my eyes locked on hers, my voice firm. "We are not slaves," I said. "We are omegas. And we won't be treated like animals." Cara's face turned red with rage.

Her cries echoed through the speakers, sharp and unbearable. Maya whirled on Lady Bee, grabbing her shoulders with frantic hands. "What is this? What the hell are you doing? That’s my sister! Let her go!" Lady Bee smirked. “A shame your pride costs so much.” "No. No, please," Maya dropped to her knees, her palms flat against the floor. Her voice cracked as she pleaded, "Don’t hurt her. Please. I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you say. Just don’t hurt her."