Misa Maid Sama Novels & Stories

Elena continued, her cold eyes sweeping across the room, "has not yet been identified. But we have reason to believe that they are still within these walls." Her eyes stopped. On me. The room went silent. I felt the weight of a thousand stares boring into my skin. My heart slammed against my ribs. My wolf stirred, growling deep in my chest. Elena smiled—a thin, predatory curl of her lips. She stepped down from the dais, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She walked through the crowd like a shark parting water, her violet gown trailing behind her. She stopped directly in front of me. "You must be Mira," she said softly, her silver eyes raking over my bruised face, my torn uniform, m

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

“Well then, let’s be lifemates, Sakura” “Wait! Hold on! Let’s discuss this, Miss!”. Sakura calls after her, speedwalking to match her stride. “Still calling me, Miss? You must really want to be my mate, Sakura. In fact, I accept, I want to be your mate too”. Misa sighs melodramatically. Her strides pick up, but before she can go far— Sakura latches onto her arm. “Misa! Misa! See, I’m calling you, Misa”. She smiles shakily at her. “There’s no need for that anymore, see!”.

Maid-chan: "Hello, I am a Maid-chan, an automatic message reply program that is developed by Ryunosuke Akasaka. Please take care of me in the future." Monica felt that this guy was so lazy that he asked an artificial intelligence to reply to a message for him, but then, he realized something... "Chihiro-nee, this message..." Monica, of course, remembered who Akasaka Ryunosuke was, but he needed to confirm his identity. "Oh, that's maid-chan." Chihiro gulped a beer and said, "Ryunosuke is a genius programmer and Maid-chan is a program that is developed by him. Usually, the text messages we receive on our phones are forwarded by Maid-chan."

“The powerless lot like me, who can’t sense anything. The rest of us are going to be sold into a brothel,” Ice ran down my spine at her words. “Didn’t you know? You didn’t sense it?” She chuckled humorlessly and left my hands. “Listen, you’re Marissa now. This isn’t Gaham, the queen isn’t here. You’re in Revillon now and you’re not shadow princess anymore,” Her gaze went down to my bad leg and she scoffed. “You can’t even walk right. You’re nothing here. Ordinary,”

These would be easy for me, or so he thought. Madame Maida Lausanne, a positively stunning brunette, stood by the grand balcony of their mansion waiting for her husband. She was wearing a Blanka Matragi evening gown like it was her ordinary day-to-day house clothes. She was born and raised as a ruler to the Aswang clan. Her sophistication and jaw-dropping beauty conceals a dark side of her. She’s capable of manipulating anyone who crosses her path. She welcomed her guest, Detective Andrews, warmly with her good manners. Unfortunately for the ignorant man who was all-smiles on her, Madame Maida was greatly offended. She offered her delicate hands for a handshake which was mistakenly misunders

She chuckled and continued, “I want you to get out of your fantasy because I know you are not in love with me. You are just looking for a rich girl to sponsor your life.” Unfortunately or fortunately, Milka was walking by and happened to eavesdrop. “Ma’am Mish that was so lowly of you,” she commented hoping to change her perspective. “And who ashes for your opinion?, Lowly maid?suffering servants. Get out of my sight,” She howled. Milka smiled and left, Sammy stared at her until she disappeared. “And what are you looking at? What are you waiting for?” she asked. “I can see, you finally realized your type, that lowly maid is your type,” Mish said, then left the garden.

lisa trailed off. “I’m a lady’s maid.” Mira replied. “Technically now I’m your lady’s maid, if you want me that is?” “Sure, I mean, I’ve never had a maid before.” lisa shrugged. “I don’t even know what you’d do…” “I help dress you, and do your hair, and run errands. At least that’s what I do for a normal lady. Not to say you’re not normal, it’s just you’re Fate and maybe you have other needs…”

Azar started again. “Already compromised,” Red interrupted. “The maid managed to plant the first camera. That’s enough. We’ll get what we need.” A woman stepped forward now—tall, lean, with pitch-black braids cascading down her shoulders. Her name was Misa, the organization’s master of poisons and subterfuge. “Shall I prepare the Bane Dust for his wine?” she asked, her voice void of emotion. Red waved her off. “No. No poison. Not yet. I want his fall public. Bloody. I want the world to see him crumble from the inside.”

I'm in the kitchen, getting ready to tackle my first task. I'm teamed with another maid as we set off to our assigned responsibilities. She appears kind and knowledgeable, and she comes over to assist me with the dishes. "Hi there," she says with a warm smile. "My name is Mila, and I'm the new maid." I couldn't help but note how diverse the maids' clothing and jewellery are. Is there any meaning behind them?" "Thank you, Mila," I say, mirroring her grin as we clean the dishes together. "My name is Sarah, and I'm also a new maid." According to what I've observed, the diverse clothing and jewelry appear to signify the hierarchy or levels among the maids here."