Murder Drones Maid V Novels & Stories

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

“I’m threading partitions—she’s wrapped her root logic in recursive illusions. Every time I cut one loop, she spawns another.” Bram leaned over her shoulder. “Can you win this chess match?” Ines grit her teeth. “Eventually.” “Eventually” did not arrive. The floor panels snapped open. Defense drones rose like metal insects—sleek, angular, humming with lethal voltage. Ciro cursed. “We’ve got company!” The first drone dove. Varian grabbed Liora and shoved her aside as a blade-arm sliced where her head had been. Sparks showered the floor. “Go!” Varian yelled. “Ines, keep working!”

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

the personal assistant reported, exhaling a breath of immense relief. “The enemy drone has turned back toward their tactical carrier vessel, located just outside customs jurisdiction waters!” Liora smiled a chillingly cold smile. A tactical smile marking their fifth victory against the physical conspiracies hatched by remnants of the old factions. “Detonate that military drone directly beneath the hull of their own flagship vessel, Mavric. Let them sink tonight, dragged down along with all their arrogant, dirty capital.” Mavric gave a sharp, decisive nod of confirmation. He pressed the final execution command on the remote control in his left hand without the slightest hesitation or legal re

Monday arrived with a bitter taste and with it the need to finally work at that shitty job. I huffed in anticipation of what my day would be like, but I couldn't give up, at least not now. I'd give Dylan what he wants at the moment, I'd be servile and docile, like a trained dog, accepting the place he wants me to belong, but I'm a snake, sneaky and deadly, and soon Dylan will realize it. He won't, I'll make him remember who I am and what I'm capable of. Wait for me, Dylan! It's going to be a good stay at Make-Pro!

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.

There was no way we would ever live down the fact that I mated my maid… I rolled my eyes at them. I would never regret my decision to make Dina my mate. Even now, knowing what she was, I was going to fight for her... From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rita having trouble with her gun. It was a simple handheld, so she would be able to at least immobilize whatever came at her. But for the welfare of my balls, I’d also assigned four guards to keep her safe. Mick would kick my ass if I let anything happen to his mate when he was captured.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

This maid job has been so helpful to us. "Again, I'm sorry about Mr Daves death. May his gentle soul rest in peace. He was a very good man, I guess this is my little way of making it up to him. I promise you Mrs Daves, I'll take good care of your daughter Bella" Mrs Benson added. I couldn't believe my ears as I bowed my head in a respect. "Thank you so much Mrs Benson. I really really appreciate" My mom thanked her. "Go ahead, continue with the investigation. I hope you find who the killer" Peter's Mom said.