Maid Stories Novels & Stories

“Um, ma'am. We faced a slight problem. She escaped.” “You knucklehead. I oaidf you good money, gave you all you wanted in terms of resourced. How hard is it for you to kill that bitch and being her body to me.” “I'm sorry ma'am. She disappeared into the woods. We tried chasing but we lost her trail.” “Yoy idiots! It was supposed to be quick and sharp. You go in kill her and being her body to me. Now you have missed your chance. She now knows that people are on he tail. You think she'll be crazy to show face like she did before anymore?”

Then he’ll decide what to do with her but right now he doesn’t give a shit as she’s guilty in his eyes until proven innocent. The sun rises and a women enters Mariah’s room and wakes her up. She’s a maid and she tells her that Sir Adam has ordered Mariah to wash herself up, change her clothes and come down. Mariah asks a lot of questions but the maid doesn’t answer any of her question. The maid is the first woman she’s seen since she came here. She had only seen men with guns in their hands. She thinks that this maid might be of some help but she doesn’t answer any questions. “Ma’am you’re a woman as well. I don’t know what they’re gonna do to me. Please help me get out of here. Please!” Mar

It made sense then why she seemed so exhausted after a day of being in her big space, the sudden drowsiness that hit her after her swimming session. Now, it was almost six in the evening, with both of them walking by the shore. With Madie picking up whatever she could find. When she woke up earlier, Dario immediately invited her to try the mermaid tail rental for an hour, just enough from four to five so that she'll still have the heat of the sun to keep her warm while in the water. And they did. Madie felt like it was the most magical thing ever. It was a tail made from silicone and painted with different shades of color. When she entered the renting store, it felt like she stepped into a p

I wait in the sitting room, prettied, dressed up, and alone. I sit on the couch looking over the backrest like a widow longing for her husband to return home, to come marching up the front yard, through the weeds and untamed growth of her garden. I feel timeless, like the young woman captured in the black and white photograph back home that my father says is his great aunt. She sits on the mantle with the other members of our family history and surveys from her post. But, most of all, I feel helpless. I can fight for the Lunas—for their daughters and their Alpha blood—but I can't save them from their bonds.

madam Caroline replied with a shrug * * * * Caira packed up her stuffs in preparation to leave the next day, as she did, she felt so worried and disappointed in her self, what will be her mother's reaction when she gets to find out that she was pregnant, and how will she tell her mom that she was pregnant for her best friend's son. She was still deep in thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. "Who's it" caira asked "It's me, Dianna" Dianna answered behind the door.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

When Mary was taken to the Green mansion’s maid’s room she saw they all used to sleep on the floor and had no basic sanitizing ways. This was already the best treatment Mary could ever think of would be given to a human maid in the werewolves Castle. Mary felt happy and the uneasiness that she had for not knowing her master yet, calmed down a little bit. But the nervousness for staying with unknown people and adjusting in a completely different place was still lingering around.

I smiled without looking at him because nervous old wolves bored me when victory was already sitting in my lap. “My mother scrubbed floors in Rudina’s palace while queens ate from gold plates and forgot who poisoned their cups,” I said. Hrolf stiffened because he knew better than to speak against Sassaba’s name while the Blood Feather mark burned beneath my skin. “My mother opened a gate and changed history, yet men remembered only the Alpha who walked through it with a sword.” I lifted my cup and watched the red wine move like blood beneath the candlelight. “Tonight, they will remember the maid.”

As she narrated, she sank slowly into a nearby sofa. "When we got here, however, the plans changed when my daughters found their mates the very first day we arrived. Remember that the dark witches were after mated women, so as long as my daughters weren't mated, they were safe." She buried her face in her hands, a vein in the side of her forehead popping. Everyone was quiet, even Nyra and Elias, who had joined us. My mates tried to get me to sit, but I refused, instead my mom sat down beside Maribel, with my dad by her side.

I tried to fight those hands that grabbed me, but they were stronger than I was as they pushed me down, and I was trapped in their hands and powerless. Cara walked forward, her eyes stating that she was angrier even more than the guests at the party. "You think you can play games with us, you filthy omega?" She sneered, her fingers curling into fists. "You’ll regret this." "Take this little brat away from his mother," Cara said to the guards, and in an instant, they lunged at my baby. He screamed, his small body trying to fight the hands that grabbed him, dragging him back toward the center of the party. He cried aloud, and hearing his cries made my heart ache. I was so vulnerable that I cou