Misa Maid Sama Novels & Stories

' I added. 'I will never regret seeing that girl for what she is. Just a clueless fuck for me and you. And of course a stupid house maid. ' Just as he spoke the last words, the door opened and Ava stepped in. She looked straight at Bryson just as a tear dropped. He was totally fucked.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Lakshmi was getting annoyed. "Non taken, maybe I can help," Mia offered and then stood in the middle of the room. She looked at a spot for over 5 minutes, Lakshmi and the other girls couldn't understand but Mia was actually replaying what Lakshmi did in her head. "Ok try to follow me, two steps to the right and slide to the left leg" she demonstrated and in her first attempt she perfected it Lakshmi's eyes widened and she even dropped her jaw.

I immediately knew that it was Isabella and I was happy she eventually summoned the courage to call me. I could tell that she was shy and tense on the other side of the call. She said, it's me Isabella, your maid. Hearing her still referring to herself as my maid, made me angry. I immediately corrected the situation, I told her she wasn't my maid anymore and she was now my girl and I could feel her smiling as she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said “okay”. She was the cutest thing ever and I liked it so much.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

Said one of the maids with a displeased face. "You're right, I think that girl is getting special treatment from Mr. Oliver. Not even a week into the job, she's already been made a personal maid." “You're right, that girl is already flirting with Mr. Oliver.” One of the waitresses suddenly joined in the gossiping. It was Jessica, who had been listening to her friends' conversations. Jessica was happy that there were other waitresses who also disliked Sophia. “Jessica, do you know something?” "Actually Sophia is my neighbor in the village, I already know her character by heart. That girl is so ambitious with rich men, and she managed to tempt Mr. Oliver to make her a personal maid."

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

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.