Maid Sama Series Novels & Stories

My memory, typically prone to haunt me, become a steel-trap, effortlessly retaining every detail I encountered. "Now that your boy here did his part why dont we get down to business." Simon's voice grip my attention pulling me back to where I am and I turn toface him, ffocussing all my hightened attention onto him. Fierey burning through my veins as I am about to launch at him."Wait!" And I pause just as the word fall from his mouth. "I can offer you an important piece of information. Mia's sister, Maya, she suffers from a rare disorder that makes it extremely difficult for her to leave their family home." His words hits my receptors like striking an iceberg.

she corrected me politely " ok, and stop calling me Sir" I said in monotone, before she could reply , I continued talking " tell my dad I won't come down for dinner, my dinner should be brought up to my room" i said as I walked out without waiting for a response. Soon after my dinner was brought into my room, I heard movements in the other room and I fought not to go over there. But I just held it within. Soon Mara came in and took out my plates . She was so pretty too, she was tall, almost my height, she had brown eyes they looked sharp like a cat, like she could see your soul and long black hair which she packed in a low ponytail. She was too young to be wasting her summer in this house,

It was loud, messy, and completely beneath her. She groaned in disgust. “Well, look at that… Amara Channel Aragon, welcome to hell.” She whispered to herself, nearly jumping when a high-pitched voice rang out. “Tonya! Is that really you?” A cheerful woman threw her arms around the maid. Amara grimaced. “And this must be your niece you’ve been talking about! What a beautiful young lady. Hello, sweetheart! I’m Selma Batumbakal—you can call me Mama Sel.” The woman beamed and offered her hand.

With that, we left the cottage, heading back to the orphanage as the woman had suggested. We drove back to the orphanage and approached Sister Magdalen with our proposition. Damon offered to donate ten thousand dollars to the orphanage but she wouldn't budge. I was shocked at her resistance to such a hefty donation. She only accepted when Damon raised it to twenty thousand dollars. Immediately he transferred the money into the orphanage's account, the nun brought out an old dusty book that was the record book for the year 2001. We opened it to see it held the records of all the children that were adopted that year and the names of their adopters. We continued flipping the pages till we got t

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.

I continued, taking my seat and removing some pills from my drawers before throwing it right into my mouth. “Versa Link group of companies, Sir,” Barack answered. “It is owned and managed by some Mrs Rivera.” “Mrs Rivera,” I pondered before looking up. “You, what's your name?” I pointed at the stranger. “Bob, sir.” “Bob,” I repeated. “Do you know what kind of things I am capable of doing to you, Bob?” He stared at me and didn't say anything. I saw liquid drip onto the office floor tiles from his legs and a smirk escaped my lips.

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

⁠ AYANA: “Wi​ll y⁠o‍u tak‍e pictures? So‍ I can see?‌” AMON: “‌L‌ots of pictures. Now, I ha‌ve⁠ to go back to Mama. J‍jajja is h​ere with yo‌u. You’‍re safe.” ‌AYA⁠NA: “Tell Mam‌a I love her. T‍all baby," I’m th‌ei⁠r big sister.” AMON kisses h‌er forehead and runs back to the ele⁠vato‍r. When he returns to the mater⁠nity wa‍rd, SARA‍H is in transition—the hardest⁠ phase of la⁠bor, overwhelming pain.]

Through her red lips, a cold, soul-snatching smile of a SAEKGUI bloomed. ‘Yes... If I cannot flee this island... there is only one way to protect my lifeline, Sam-seok.’ ‘The dried-up, barren core belonging to my mother-in-law, disguised as this old, noble, chaste widow.’ ‘That thirsty, cruel SAEKGUI lurking in that abyss—suppressed and starved, having not received a man's primal male force for thirty years...’ ‘I will thoroughly awaken it with my own two hands.’ ‘So that I will turn you too, Mother, into a depraved woman even more vulgar than I, drooling and panting over his brutal shaft...’

"What should I ask Bea? I don't know... Never mind. My father emerged from the kitchen, with a very unfriendly and unnerved expression. He looked very disappointed, and this was not exactly his normal state. Considering that he was always a pompous and very proud guy. Right behind him was his mistress, I mean, wife. Madelaine, that was the name she made up and I pretended I didn't know her name was Rita and she had no connection to the pure blood families. "good morning girls,..." said my father with his head down