Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

"Screaming won't solve the matter. The worst part of it, is that the Heiress is my maid…" "What do you mean Imelda…?" "Cassandra is the Heiress." She pouted her lips annoyingly. "After all my stay in that family, I couldn't get that staff, you're just a forsaken mother. A bitch… A good for nothing Mother." Candi couldn't say a word to her daughter, she watched her abuse her. "I wasn't told, I heard it with my two ears just before you came in." She added. Candi got on her feet. "So she is Maricar… does she have the medal or the mark?"

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

no, they didn't" gina replied quickly, knowing where xindy's question was heading to. Soon, xindy was done so she heads on to helping her get dressed in a clean outfit before giving her some water. "Thank you" Gina muttered with a faux smile "You're welcome, just take care of yourself and always remember to lock the door whenever you're alone, don't let anyone come in without any good reason" the maid adviced while Gina nodded in agreement "Thank you" Gina muttered again "So, what's your name?" The maid asked "I'm Gina" Gina said weakly "It was nice meeting you Gina, I'm Xindy" the maid equally introduced herself. ************************** The queen mother paced restlessly around the room

I couldn't stop a naughty chuckle that escaped my lips. “Daddy,” my daughter called impatiently with a cute scowl. I walked to her and carefully positioned the baby on her lap and sat beside her. “She looks like uncle Liam,” Rita observed, staring at her baby sister curiously. I smiled because it's true Allison took Liam's golden orbs and black curls which is a signature trait from my mother's side. “And like grandma,” I winked at Rita, who rewarded me with a toothy grin at the mention of my mother. Weird as it may sound, Rita adores her grandmother she has never met her. Christian insisted on us naming her after my mother and thanks to my uncle, Rita knows a lot about her. Not to mention to

"Madam Buenavista, sir... Your mother ordered me to do it. She forced me to follow her orders. At first, I refused. You know how important Ma'am Chelsea is to me... But when my family got involved, I became afraid that they might be in danger, sir... So I put sleeping drops in the wine you drank that night... I'm sorry..." Maris begged for forgiveness. She still couldn't stop crying and was having a hard time breathing due to her sobs.

Finally, after a minute, one of the new maids I hadn't met answered the door, "Yes?" "This child said she was the Duke's daughter, so I brought her back here." "Oh, I'm not sure. I've not long started working here, so I haven't met the young miss yet, but as far as I know, the young miss is somewhere in the garden currently." Terry started to become more sure of his decision not to believe me with the maid's words, "Is that so?" I quickly jumped into their conversation, seeing things weren't going right, "Can you please go and get my Mom?"

They tried to entertain her by telling her stories about the land marks they passed seeming to forget her mother was Imraian so she knew all the stories they had to tell. Resuming her vigil of the horizon, she signalled for a drink of water from one of the maids riding at her side who hastily passed her a wine skin smiling brightly at the thought of finally being useful. Vanessa. That was her name. A pretty young maid around her age with long chocolate locks and small brown eyes. Her father was a groomsman at Cassidy's Fort and he hadn't been to happy letting his daughter ride of with some brutish soldiers. He had only agreed, reluctantly, when he heard they were to be accompanied by female

I turned and walked away before she could strike me again, my face still throbbing, my chest tight with humiliation and fury I had nowhere to put. Back in the main halls, I forced my hands to keep moving letting routine numb the ache in my body. Each of my step echoed with exhaustion. Then I heard crying. My heart seized instantly. I looked up and saw my daughter. A maid stood over her, gripping her ear between sharp fingers, twisting it cruelly as Madeline whimpered, her tiny hands clenched into her dress. “You little thief!” the maid hissed. “Taking candy without permission? You think because your mother once spread her legs for the king you’re entitled to anything?”

“As Derrick’s most trusted and closest maid, she’s the perfect pawn in someone’s game.” I turn to Ophelia again. “I give you my word, if you tell me the truth, you will remain under protection of the king and myself.” The maid only stares in the distance, her face completely emotionless as she remains silent. It seems like her outburst, now there’s nothing that could shake her into talking. As the thought crosses my mind, Richard clears his throat. “If I recall correctly, you have a daughter, don’t you, Ophelia? She’s sixteen, right? Pretty little Layla also works as a maid in the Capital.”

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now