Misa Maid Sama Novels & Stories

But Rita remained unphased, narrowing her eyes at me. “You do realize that Dina isn't your maid anymore, right?” she replied, gesturing to my shirt. Stupidly, I glanced down at my bloody clothes and there was a snicker at the back. But the female warrior quickly lowered her eyes when she met my glare. I was so not in the mood--- and yet I could see it was somewhat comical. I guess Dina was right about that. There was no way we would ever live down the fact that I mated my maid…

she snapped. She was beyond irritated by the madam’s youngest son. From what she knew, he’d flown in from the U.S. just for Don Sergio’s funeral. Her irritation flared again as last night’s incident replayed in her mind. What pissed her off more was how her own body reacted—when his hard...thing pressed against her back, it sent a jolt through her whole body. She actually felt her panties get wet! “So why don’t you want to see him? You’ve been staring at him nonstop,” Mariz teased.

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,

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

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.

Then Maya continued: "As for Misa, her ability is to copy others." My eyes widened slightly. Copy others? It was a dangerous and extremely useful ability. Ideas started flowing rapidly through my mind. Jimmy for speed, Maya for strength, Julia for manipulation, Misa for copying, and me… I took a slow breath. Suddenly… An idea appeared in my mind, and I smiled without realizing it. While the others were watching the matches, I leaned slightly toward them and said in a low voice: "I have a plan." They all looked at me with interest.

I said to myself and there was a knock on my door,I was so tired to stand up but I manage to stand up on my feet and I managed to open the door, as l opened the door an Aroma got into my nostrils, the Aroma of food and my favourite, Egusi and a poundo yam andl quickly followed the maid who brought the food, l even helped the maid set up my dining,can't wait to devour the food, immediately the maid left, I quickly wash my hand in the bowl of water and I sit down and began to eat, when I finish eating, I wash my hand and I go to

~Maya's POV~ I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called. Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress. Me: Hello! Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach! Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.