More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

Gregory Hanson ‘…in another exciting gossip, Anna Vendel has been married off to the emotionally unstable CEO Christopher Hanson. Though nothing is public yet, we are made to understand that Anna was sighted at the Hanson mansion with her luggage and it seems she’ll be staying there for a while. It’s rather shocking that this rapidly happened shortly after she took her father’s company to the ruins. This makes Business Gossips wonder if she’ll achieve such a feat with Dazzling Dreams…’

Elsie I paused outside the door to the private lounge, my heart thumping hard in my chest. I didn't want to be here. Not one bit. But I had no choice. As the maid for the Lancaster brothers, I had to obey their rules. My head hurt under the bandage wrapped tightly around it. And my leg throbbed with each step, making me limp as I pushed the door open.

He looked around his house and it was still in the same state it’s been since the death of Kate. By now he knew it was time to get a maid. After much contemplation and brooding over it over and over Marcus knew his decision of getting a maid is actually a right one.Fearing the unknown,Marcus reluctantly decided to advertise for the position, he picked up his phone and pulled a call through to the Manager of his company,Sandra. Sandra has been working with Marcus for six years and by now she handles the company efficiently even in Marcus’s absence. “I trust she’ll do this right”,he said silently to himself.

The mansion of my new boss was breathtaking. It was enormous. As we stepped inside, my eyes wandered around in awe. The interior was even more stunning than I had imagined. When we reached the living room, I saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa, completely focused on the laptop resting on his lap. As soon as we stopped in front of him, his driver spoke. "Sir Ethan, they're here." Only then did he lift his gaze and look at us. "Manang Rose, does your niece know the rules in my house? She'll be the only housemaid working here."

the woman cried desperately. “Of course it wasn’t,” Henry said with biting sarcasm. “Maybe it’s my fault, huh? Maybe I don’t pay you well or feed you enough?” He stepped closer, voice low and cold. “No. It’s your greed. That’s your fault.” The maid trembled violently. “Please, spare me! I swear I won’t do it again!” “You won’t,” Henry said darkly. “Because you’ll never get the chance. Chop off her hands and feed them to the dogs.”

The massive mahogany table, typically staffed by a small army of servants, now seems eerily empty with only a handful of maids present. Maya's eyes dart around the room, counting the staff members with growing concern. Where there were once ten or seven, now she sees only four trembling figures in their crisp black and white uniforms. The remaining maids move with exaggerated care, their hands shaking as they serve the morning meal. The clink of china against china seems unnaturally loud in the tense silence. One young maid, Joan, approaches Jackson's seat with a pitcher of fresh orange juice, her steps faltering slightly as she draws near.

Blood spilled upwards as Evander raised the machete up and butcher the maid's hands. The sight of blood, the scream, lord. Valerie can't bear this. She couldn't hide how afraid she was anymore, she was terrified and trembling. If Martin could have his men butcher the maid's hands just for bringing her into his room then what would he do to her as she had already broken something personal that belongs to him. Valerie stylishly peeked at the maid and she immediately took her face away. She now lacked her two hands and blood was everywhere. Valerie felt like she would pass out, are they going to cut her hands and feet next? Who was she without them?

Maid Manual: As a maid, you must obey all the master's orders and complete them thoroughly. Everything about the maid belongs to the master, and she must not do anything that harms the master's interests. The maid must perform all household chores perfectly. If there is any disagreement, refer to the first three rules. At this point, Lydia felt too exhausted even to complain. Lambert was truly regressing. Who does he think he is? A teenager with a hero complex? What's with this maid manual? She was only here for the shares, forced to take care of his daily needs for a week. Besides, maids and servants are entirely different concepts!

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.