Maude Green の小説・ストーリー

#ExposeMadamBuenavista I worked for their family for a long time. I started as a gardener until I became Madam's driver. There was an outbreak of dengue fever at that time and I desperately needed money to take my child to the hospital, so I asked her for help. She just got angry with me and didn't offer any assistance. What's worse is that she didn't pay me for the following months, which resulted in the death of my child, whom I couldn't even take to the hospital... #ExposeMadamBuenavista

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

‘You have to make the right impression. ‘He does a pretty good Dalek,’ Maud said from behind a copy of Chinwag Magazine. Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she chuckled heartily. ‘Maud,’ Maureen cautioned. ‘Alright, me dear,’ Maud said putting her magazine down on her lap and flashing a big smile. Her gold incisor flickered for a moment. ‘I’ll be mindin’ me own this mornin’.’ ‘Thank you,’ Mrs Beecham said gratefully and resumed grooming her squirming son.

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

That there was a whole future to build not just for me but for the whole of Northelye. Right! Get up! Today’s the day you start acting like the queen you always wanted to be. I forced myself up, determined to face the day as the new me. The one that wouldn’t let fear or my past get in my way. I had to be what they needed me to be. I put on one of my tidier gowns, one that Maude had made for me. It was an emerald silk green with white lace trim on the bodice that hugged my now smaller bosom. Maude came in and laced my dress then proceeded to watch me eat the porridge and apple she had bought with her. She was determined to get me back to my healthier size so my face and my shoulders wouldn’t

he replied, "when in your letters you have always called her 'daughter'? But has she no other name? She surely was not baptized Maude?" Ere Mrs. Remington could speak, the sound of little pattering feet was heard in the hall without, and in a moment Maude Remington stood before her stepfather-elect, looking, as that rather fastidious gentleman thought, more like a wild gipsy than the child of a civilized mother. She was a fat, chubby child, not yet five years old; black-eyed, black-haired, black-faced, with short, thick curls, which, damp with perspiration, stood up all over her head, giving her a singular appearance. She had been playing in the brook, her favorite companion, and now, with l

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...

Mauve walked towards Aiden and smiled, "Thanks for everything." She turned, took a glance at me and then walked towards the street. I could notice people's stares at her. She was dazzlingly beaming. Her shiny silver hair, reaching her waist, her skin, pale as moonlight. "Marcus!" Aiden's voice came, this time a bit soft. "Doesn't she remind you of someone?" "What do you mean?" I turned, staring at him. "The late Founding Blessings, Aurora Paleframe. The founder of the Golden Moon Pack. The first female Alpha in our history!"

Mdm. Maude was slightly taken aback when she heard Gloria's voice and quickly headed in Gloria’s direction. The women turned to look at Gloria. They then heard a shriek, causing them to stagger backward. Mdm. Maude was so shocked that she fell to the ground. Her entire body trembled as she yelled, "Oh, my God! It's a ghost! A ghost!" "Aaaah!" The other women turned pale from fear and hurriedly ran away.

“We can pause if it’s too much—” “No.” Jessica’s voice cracked, but her resolve was firm. “Let’s watch the last video.” With trembling hands, she clicked on the final file in the folder. The screen flickered, and a new video began to play. It was Maude. “Hi. My name is Maude,” she said, her voice solemn, “I made this recording to testify about what I witnessed—the night my master, Mr. Leon Harrison, murdered his wife, Janet Belles.”