Maid Stories Novels & Stories

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

He handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you!” “That’s my favorite, as well as Allyssa’s”. Madame Maida was luxuriously seated on one of the diamond encrusted sofas. She was watching me intently. Her scrutinizing look held a thousand meaning I could not decipher on own. “She’s the matriarch. Her words were the rules, and her rules were the law in this clan. Females were dominant more than males in this clan, different from the race you grew up with, right?”

seasonings are. Why did the Alpha choose to punish me like this! You all are useless!" Dina lamented, insulting and complaining about the three maids in the kitchen with us. The situation wasn't making sense until I took a sneak peek at the three maids in the kitchen. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the supposed old maids weren't old at all. In fact, they look too young to be chefs or kitchen maids. I wanted to ask questions but I figured I would know if I listen closely to Dina's tirade. It was only a matter of time before she spewed everything I needed to know. And I was right but the problem is, if I had listened to the other maid's gossip I wouldn't have had to pretend that my leg

“Please, go ahead, Maria. I’m interested in the story myself.” The woman considered for a moment and then let out a soft sigh, clearly realizing her daughter wasn’t going to let up until she told the tale. “Once upon a time,” Maria began. “Every werewolf was kissed and blessed with a fated mate by the moon goddess at birth.” Daisy’s expression lit up and she gazed at her mother with a dreamy expression on her adorable face. I was instantly reminded of all of the times my own mother had told me love stories. I’d been the same way at Daisy’s age- obsessed with the idea of marriage, mates… love had always been my favorite subject of story.

The scent of roasted venison filled his nostrils and his stomach growled hungrily. The following morning Madeline ran across the treetops enjoying the lovely weather. She was a vampire princess and daughter of Hera and Ambrose Drăculea. She loved the outdoors and spent most of her time searching through the thick forest behind the palace she lived at. She loved to draw and exploring gave her lots of subject matter. She paused on a branch when she noticed a large furry creature below pissing on the trees. A nauseating smell rose to her sensitive nose and she gagged. Squinting her green eyes she dropped down several branches to watch the creature that expelled the offensive scent. Her eyes wid

Rhea asked, her eyes wide with a flicker of awe. Isis gave a dry laugh. “Folktales. They say this kingdom once worshipped a mermaid. That she disappeared when people grew wicked. Others claim mermaids bless the good-hearted with wealth. But those are bedtime stories, Rhea. Fairy dust and fantasy. Come inside. When Amber’s done sulking, she’ll come crawling back.” Rhea hesitated but followed her mother inside. The door slammed behind them, echoing like a closing chapter. --- By morning, the unease hadn’t lifted. Dressed still in their nightgowns, Isis and Rhea stood at the dock, scanning the water’s edge.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

It comes in contact with a wall, causing it to shatter and its content to spill on the ground. "You!.... "Madre screams as she dashes towards me. I shield my face with my hands and I hear the other girls gasp. After waiting a few seconds, I take a peek at madre only to see her claws in the air as though she is fighting an invisible force that is stopping her from clawing me. 'Dear God, please help me.' I pray in my heart. Madre starts at me with wide eyes and the flames in her eyes come to life. I could practically feel the heat.

Then I turned toward the corner of my room where my maid, Lyssa, had been standing silently through the whole ordeal. She was the only person in this hellhole I trusted. Three months ago, she'd returned from a trading trip to the Moonshadow Kingdom with stories that had set my blood on fire. Stories about women who owned property. Women who studied at universities. Women who answered to no one but themselves. I'd dreamed about it every night since. "Selene—" Lyssa's voice was worried. "What are you thinking?" I looked at her dead in the eye. "I would rather die before I throw myself into this marriage."

William I saw the drawing and my friends cursed. I didn't know what it meant, but I saw that Snow was reading her mother's diary with an ashen face. Then I opened the book and realized that it was a book that talked about myths and legends of the ancient land. In that chapter, they talked about the bewitched mermaids, creatures that lived in the rivers of the north and hunted in packs. “What does your mother's journal say?” I asked Snow. “It says we should beware of the sirens, that only couples who are bonded defeat her because they respect the bonds of the Goddess, but she torments single men,” Snow said and shook her head. “I can't believe my father would tell me creatures like that exist