Misa Maid Sama Novels & Stories

She is the one that came with other maid that assesst those pitifull creature. Athanasia: What is it? Maid: There one of the one with the 3rd prince got a max value on the stats harassing the girl that had lowest value. But one of the two girl that you summoned are guarding her. Athanasia: What an idiot. So is there a fight? Tell me the two is fighting right? Maid: That didn’t happen princess. The one that you summoned then touch the crystal and then the crystal explode. Athanasia: The crystal explode? It lookes like i get the jackpot.

She laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You must be out of your mind," she spat. "I am your superior, and you will do as I say." But I stood my ground, my eyes locked on hers, my voice firm. "We are not slaves," I said. "We are omegas. And we won't be treated like animals." Cara's face turned red with rage.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

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.

"Your salary can be 2 to 3 times more than the usual maid. And I guarantee that within three months you'll be able to get your new school uniform." Oliver's offer managed to get Sophia interested. If that was the case, then Sophia would gladly accept it.

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.

"Mai, these are my two maids, Kuroka and Shirone. Kuroka and Shirone, this is my new friend Mai who I was telling you about last time." "So this is the friend ojou-sama mentioned~!" Kuroka seemed excited to have finally met the new friend their little miss spent hours talking about. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mai-sama." Shirone politely curtsied in front of Mai, who Maria noticed was unused to being shown such a level of respect. 'I almost forgot; despite Mai's carefree and energetic personality, she hides a deep pain.' A forlorn expression briefly appeared on Maria's face, before deciding to change the subject.

Her sharp gaze shifted back to Matthew, and just as she was about to press him, a woman in a maid's uniform rushed out, slapped me across the face, and shrieked. "Veronica, are you crazy?! Forging documents to con a mafia princess?" "Aren't you afraid of dragging our whole family to hell when you get busted?!"

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

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