Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

I say, voice rougher than I mean it to be. She smiles wider, slow and filthy. “Promises, promises.” Inside my head it’s a fucking war. “Don’t do it, Roman. Don’t let her bait you. She’s twenty-two. She’s Valentina’s daughter. You touch her and everything burns.” But then the other voice cuts in, low and mean: “She’s already burning you, asshole. Look at her. She’s wet just sitting there watching you try not to break. One word from you and she’d crawl under this table.”

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

Rage shot straight to my head. My vision went red as I shouted, "That's complete nonsense! Let my daughter go right now, or I'm calling the cops!" I pushed forward and tried to get to my daughter, Heidi Foster. The two maids blocked me hard, sneering like I was a joke.

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

The door opened, and a maid came in with a new pair of clothes folded neatly. I looked at her face, and memories flooded back into my mind. Adrenaline flushed into my veins as I remembered her. Her blue eyes could instantly cure my anger, her black hair shone in the sun, and her lips tasted like strawberries. She was Mary Sherringham, the first girl I fell in love with. And she was the chief maid of Stephanie Collins, the daughter to the Mayor of Winekove. Whatever was happening, I wouldn't say I liked it one bit. First, I was trapped at the bottom of an ocean; now, I relived the worst year of my eternal life.

I felt like bursting into tears and crying. I know I said I was going to learn to live without my dad and family but I'm suddenly beginning to miss Scarlett. She would always make sure I'm well fed even though she would keep screaming about how little a lady ought to eat little to keep fit. "Princess Maya please forgive us," one of the maids cried out, shaking visibly. She was close to falling and could barely hold her legs up in the air anymore. "Get up Lisa, you're the only one free from the punishment," Maya smiled, releasing the maid that just spoke up. The maid immediately collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily as though she had just been released from a spell.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?