Maiden Lane Series Novels & Stories

Nia tries all she could to keep her relationship at a stance, being kept at a far distance from Cameron. *** Glad to announce that 'Maid to be 2' is finally out,

She opened the file and flipped through some pages before replying. "yes, I can give you her house address". She got a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled some words on it before handing it to Damon who scanned it with his eyes and nodded in appreciation. "When you get there, ask for Miss. Dorcas". "Thank you for your help Sister Magdalen". He gave her a small nod. "We shall be taking our leave". "May the Lord go with you". She said as we stood to our feet and left her office. We drove away from the orphanage with a new destination in mind.

"Be careful, mi niña. Don't let anyone see you." I slipped out the back window of the quarters, avoiding the main gravel driveway entirely. I ran through the dark, muddy fields behind the estate, the cold night air biting at my bare ankles beneath the robe. When I reached the narrow, garbage-strewn alleyway behind Club Máscara, the smell of stale beer and damp brick hit my nose. There was no time to go to the dressing room safely. I ducked behind a row of heavy metal industrial dumpsters, the shadows completely swallowing me. My hands were shaking as I ripped off the heavy silk robe, letting it drop into a clean plastic bag I kept hidden behind a loose brick. I stood there in the freezing Ma

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

"Mas Suma...." *****

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

Minutes, and hours passed until Maiden and her mom finished talking about the things that has happened in the past and their great resolution for this upcoming dilemma. Maiden found out that her mom, aside from being a writer, was once a military personnel. She's part of the team that rescued several people from terrorist attacks in their country before. But when she met Maiden's dad on one of her mission, they hang out and developed feelings for each other.

she urged, thumping her small feet on the floor annoyingly. “Her highness has spoken,” I teased with a shrug when Christian turned to me with a knowing side-eye. She can be bossy at times, I wonder who she takes after. **** Thirty minutes after we pulled from our driveway, we got to the venue. Christian scrambled to look for Liam, leaving me with the kids. I spotted Daniel standing with Christopher, who was his best man and decided to pass my regards. “I see you finally made it,” Christopher chuckled stepping forward stretching his arm.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre