Murder Drones Maid V Novels & Stories

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

What can she expect from the mafia? "This is a new type; the price is cheaper, but it's more deadly," said one of the men to Mark. Mark nodded his head slowly. He then continued to tour the warehouse with the others, while Melody just kept following wherever they went. Even though Mark had asked Melody to just wait in the very comfortable waiting room, Melody didn't want to do it. She was worried that someone might suddenly shoot her and that no one could help her. Oh, that's so awful. So, it was better to follow Mark wherever he went.

“Do not worry, Aunt. I will make sure she is placed where she belongs. Cain must pay. All his loved ones will pay for the lives he took. Ares must be avenged.” Ava allowed herself a satisfied smile. With Midas on her side, her plan was falling into place. Then Midas called a woman standing nearby, dressed like one of the servants. “This is the one,” Midas announced, tone low. “She is called Maera. She is older than most remember and answers to no house. She can break bonds other women cannot touch.” Wilma’s lips curled into a hard smile.

It was the same laugh he now heard in the cabin—the same voice belonging to the boy they called Bibo. But someone else had been there too. Silent. Calculated. He didn’t know what they wanted—but they hadn’t killed him. That meant he still had time. Time to survive. Because death wasn’t an option. Not now. Not when she haunted his mind. That girl. The maid. Isis’s maid. So beautiful. So graceful. So...innocent.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

My eyes stared into his dark orbs, a smile on our faces. The sound of the shuffling feet stopped at the foot of the stairs, the drastically beating heartbeat accelerated more than it was already. Oh no… there's a visitor and he's going to see me naked. The owner of the thumping heart cried internally. His prey was forcefully shoved forward by the maid with her. All the while, my eyes were still on Kane. "She's here. My newest pet". He announced, breaking away from the staring contest, eyes fixed on the approaching girl. The maid was gone.

He fell to the ground after a few minutes fast asleep. Uncle Jocka shared a glance with Sloana as he left. “Do you have an idea who took his maid, Sloana?” Maska Zang turned to her. Sloana began crying in earnest. Ever since she was a small child. Maska Zang had never been able to resist her tears, he listened to her always as he believed her to be the perfect innocent child. “It's okay, it's okay. You are going through a lot. After all, he has done to you by sharing the mating bond with that human, yet he is harassing you over her disappearance.” Maska Zang mumbled.

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,

Clarice stated, and to their horror, the maid began to look terrified, looking a Jake. “Y_Young Master Blake.” The maid said, and then she burst into flames. She had remembered seeing the Young Master Blake in the room with her. Jake’s similar name triggered her memory and activated the killing array placed on her. This killing array was particular and utilized vital phrases as its trigger. “AHHHH!”

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.