Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

She yelled, wincing at the strain on her throat. She met the eyes of a young maid. The girl was crying, her hands clamped over her mouth, trembling. "It's me," Maya said, confused. "I know I look different, but—" She stopped. The maid wasn't looking at her. She was looking past her. Maya followed her gaze. “Shit!” Her body jerked violently. She stumbled back, and fell. "Hello, daughter." Claire’s voice echoed through the mansion. She sat in an armchair near the fireplace, dressed in her finest clothes, gold jewelry glittering at her throat and wrists.

Emily POV “What do you mean?” Easton asked. “I was a kid again and I heard my parents arguing in the middle of the night. Daddy was yelling at mama about not hurting some “her” and mama said she didn’t belong there. Then daddy said that’s his daughter and that mama had done enough damage with her potion.” I rushed out. “A potion?” He mumbled with confusion. “That’s what I said. And he said something to her about she said she’d be my mother so she needed to be my mother.” I trailed off as a thought occurred to me.

, the other maid replied, " Since my arrival, if I still can't master the house rules it's because of the constant yelling and nagging and beating of this maid, did she snatch the Madam's husband?" " Can someone as pale and lean as her even get to seduce the chairman?", The other maid laughed but it soon died down as she looked towards Clarisse and wore a new expression of pity, " Ever since my arrival in this house, there's one thing I've never seen, her smile, I can't tell what it looks like. She is the daughter of the chairman's brother", " What? You mean their cousin?", She was surprised to hear that,

The only maid whose name came to mind was Sheila, the daughter of the head maid. If the devil had a daughter, it would be her. She took immense pleasure in trampling on others. She knew Zephyr was her number one target because of how beautiful she looked. Her actions were purely inhumane, and North couldn’t wait for Sheila and her biased mother to get what they truly deserved.

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

Mary and Jude also remained happy and had three sons Dave, Frank, and Kelvin. Both Families prospered and remained lifelong friends. Sarah started a foundation to help young girls trapped in prostitution to get a better life. THE END………..

Whatever that call was all about it didn't seem like it was any good. Looking at Mrs Romans now I noticed how pale she was getting, she was very uncomfortable and her eyes were becoming glossier by the minute. That call must have been about something real bad I thought. "Ava sweetie, can I have a word with you outside please?" "Yes Madam" "None of that Ava, you know that I see you as one of my children right? ' She questioned hopefully. 'In fact you are just like the daughter I never had." She added.

She yelled her Personal maid's name. Almost immediately, the maid came running, she bowed slightly, " Yes, Ma'am. " " Where's my daughter? " She asked straightforwardly. [ A/N: I guess she just remembered that Christiana was her daughter now, Poor Christiana, she didn't deserve a mother like this. ] " Ma'am. The young Miss, she... " The maid hesitated. " Speak up! Where's my daughter! " Nancy screamed impatiently. " The young Miss left earlier with all her luggage, she was picked up by a Nanny van. " The maid replied.

“I’ll talk to dad later. We’ll go back to our house.” I nodded. “Whatever you want.” He suddenly smirked. There was playfulness in his eyes. “But I don’t want a maid in our house.” “Early in the morning, Damien. Really?” He chuckled and buried his face in my neck. I was smiling when I saw the maid entering the kitchen. Her eyes widened in fraction and her cheeks heated. This girl is so young. I heard she was the daughter of the oldest maid here. Darya, who’s with the maid immediately ran to us. Damien carried her and put her on his lap. “Morning, my princess.”