More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

Madam Marilyn replied, “There are sixteen maids, four bodyguards, and two drivers who make up a total of twenty-two people, so there are a total of twenty-three people including me.” Vera asked in surprise, “There are so many maids here?” “Yes.” Madam Marilyn replied, “There are four maids responsible for washing and cooking, eight maids responsible for sanitation and maintenance, and four maids who are responsible for gardening. However, some of them are more flexible and can be temporarily deployed if there is any need.” Vera asked again, “Where are these maids from?” Madam Marilyn said, “They are all from Malaysia and were carefully selected from among the maids at home when I came here.”

"Look at her hands — as thin as reeds." The servants had been taught cruelties by the madams, part habit, part fear. And yet in the stillness, she felt there was something else there - pity, so profound that it did not even dare to reveal itself. Gray-headed Maude, the maid, had tried once to snatch the bucket from her. Eleanor walked down the hall, her mouth a twin to a stern smile. "Is this a charity house? She is carrying her own load — and a little more."

“That’s my sister.” Dominic gave her a brief nod. “Patch it through. Let’s keep the momentum going.” She nodded smartly and turned, heels clicking on the pavement as she headed back inside. Moments later, the low rumble of footsteps approached. Andra appeared, walking across the lot in jeans and a soft peach top, her hair catching the breeze. She carried two smoothies, condensation glistening on the cups. She handed one to Dominic and the other to Mike. Both thanked her and Mike starts to go back inside as she tucked herself under Dominic’s arm, sliding her hand around his waist. Her head rested against his shoulder with an ease that only came from deep love.

seasonings are. Why did the Alpha choose to punish me like this! You all are useless!" Dina lamented, insulting and complaining about the three maids in the kitchen with us. The situation wasn't making sense until I took a sneak peek at the three maids in the kitchen. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the supposed old maids weren't old at all. In fact, they look too young to be chefs or kitchen maids. I wanted to ask questions but I figured I would know if I listen closely to Dina's tirade. It was only a matter of time before she spewed everything I needed to know. And I was right but the problem is, if I had listened to the other maid's gossip I wouldn't have had to pretend that my leg

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

touch me please Your plea sends a surge of desire through the boys, and they waste no time in responding. Lucas's hand slides down from your cheek to your neck, his thumb gently caressing your pulse point. Jeke hesitates for a moment before placing his hand on your hip, his touch gentle yet firm. Nicolas's hands continue their exploration, his fingers tracing the contours of your body with increasing urgency. Henri's possessive nature wars with his desire to please you, and he steps closer, his hand resting on your thigh.

I could feel his breath on my skin, and it made my stomach turn in many emotions. “You think you're special”, he snarled. His voice laced with venom. “But you're nothing, you're just a maid, My Maid, And now you know, you're going to learn what that means”. I whimpered as his hand moved to my breast, grabbing it harshly, pain shot through me and I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “Please”, I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “I didn't do anything”, I swear. He didn't care. His grip tightened as he leaned in closer, his eyes dark with malice. “Since you don't want to do your job, I'll give you a new one. You'll be my personal slave now. My sex slave”

Amanda howled, flapping her hands like a distressed chicken. The maids scrambled, climbing over each other like terrified puppies—tripping, sliding, bumping heads. “LUNA I’M SORRY!” “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” But every time they tried to push themselves up, they fell again—right back onto Amanda. Amanda’s horror peaked. “This is a NIGHTMARE!! I took a whole BATH to remove ONE maid touch and NOW—NOW I’m being SMOTHERED by FOUR OF YOU AT ONCE!! MOVE!! MOOOOOVE AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!”

"You don't raise your hand on my maid." Mike said and Sandra was shocked. "Mike? Don't tell me you are supporting her. Release your hand let me teach her a lesson." she said, glaring at Jennifer. "Stop talking as of you can beat me. Or do you think I will watch you slap me? Lay your filthy hand on me and i will tear your fresh. I would disfigure your ugly face." Jennifer said, glaring into her eyes. Sandra didn't see that coming. She couldn't believe a maid could be so outspoken.

screamed Madam Queenie Qamra, having really gone off her head, being really and really rebellious under the obstruction from some of her maids. Madam Queenie Qamra swung her wood wand to the maids surrounding her. Her maids screamed to the top of their terrors and fell off to the garden ground. Feeling the terrible and horrifying pain on their stomachs and chests, the maids couldn’t stand in their full balance again. “Run away, Mr. Erito!” shouted the maids lying helplessly on the ground. “Run away! Run away, Mr. Erito!” shouted the other maids.