More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

I knew it wasn’t gonna be an easy task but I wanted us to at least,that was the only way to be one step ahead of them. “Any question?”I asked with raised brows. “Actually you missed a part”Emily said and stood up to address everyone as if she was in a meeting and continued”I know the in and out of my house,at that time your talking about,maids are gonna be walking about in the house busy with work and we have nine maids in our house asides my Nanny”. She paused immediately as she mentioned her Nanny’s name like she just remembered something and then she snapped her fingers saying ecstatically”Yes!”

The girl held his hand and she looks back at me , she eyelashes me and I quickly look away and looked towards the PA and I didn’t know where the PA passes through, I stood stuck and a girl dressed in a black short flare gown walk up to me and she was carrying a poppy in her hand. “Hi” she flashes a smile at me . “I am princess Lola, are you the new maid?” she asked. I didn’t know how to even answer her questions , I was still trying to answer when the queen PA came to us. “She was helped by your mom” the PA says. “Oh, I see” she says. “Is nice meeting you” Princess Lola says cradling her dog in her hand, she climbs down the stairs. I followed the PA but one thing didn’t stop playing in my he

They kept on nagging until she agreed to stop the relentless convincing. It was really fun having mum around we had a lot catching up to do and I thought living in the same house would make everything easy for us. We were currently seated at the dining table, long done with dinner, everyone seemed happy with laughter filling the dining room. I was sitting between my two men, glaring at them anytime they attempted to let their hands wander. They had their hands on each of my thighs, thank God I was wearing my sweats. Otherwise nothing would have stopped their fingers from probing my entrance.

Later, we were in her room in the servants hall where I already transformed myself to a middle aged woman "What do you think, do I look like am in my forties now?" She assessed my appearance thoroughly, my fingers robbing her chin. I was wearing thick rimmed black eyeglasses with plain lenses, that I usually wear for fashion purposes . The unflattering dark red lipstick concealed the shape of my lips. My chestnut brown hair was pulled back away from my face in a loosely bun just like miss Murphy did. I wore Aunt Jodie's black maid's uniform. It had long sleeves with turtleneck collar. The bodice was loose, it made me look twice bigger and the hem was long, that touched a few inches below my

I nodded eagerly, hastily wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth before springing out of bed, yawning and stretching my arms above my head. I was about to tell Martha that I’d quickly head to the shower, but before I could even part my lips, she suddenly clapped her hands together. Like a perfectly rehearsed formation, the maids straightened and began moving toward me in unison. “Make sure Madam is ready. We have forty-five minutes to get this done—no mistakes,” Martha commanded with authority. “Yes, ma’am!” The maids responded in unison, their voices sharp and determined. Hmm, I had a weird feeling about this.

She hesitates, wondering, “Are you going to prepare breakfast?” A casual shrug of his shoulders and his response, "Not today... but I might make breakfast for you one day," leaves her both intrigued and touched by the notion of his culinary efforts. The tranquility is momentarily interrupted by a soft knock on the door, drawing Dominic's attention. He invites the person inside, revealing a maid dressed immaculately in a neat uniform. Elizabeth is taken aback, utterly astonished by the unexpected presence of hired help within their intimate space. “Sir, madam. The breakfast is served,” the maid announces, Elizabeth struggles to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics, her mind racing to make

I had little time to react as we got to the dining room, and I noticed how all the maids’ eyes went to our hands that were intertwined before they continued with their various duties. Oh well.

The maids watched from the edges, quiet spectators. Their eyes softened, not out of pity but awe. How often did the lady of the house take matters into her own hands like this? How often did she show such care in the simplest of acts? One maid whispered softly to another, barely audible, “She’s… really precise. Look at her hands. Every movement… it’s perfect.” Cassy stirred the rice, pouring in ladles of simmering stock gradually, her focus unwavering. Each movement was measured, precise, yet fluid, as if she had been born to do this.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"