Mushoku Tensei Maids Novels & Stories

“As my maid, you need to apply the rules and regulations written in this book. You are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed, you will be penalized for it.” “Note that as my maid, I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately, with no delay. Stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing, you will be prosecuted. You are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And last, do not talk when I am talking unless you are asked to.”

I braced myself for bright lighting but was relieved to find the room fairly dim and easy on the eyes. I was in an unfamiliar room, on a bed that wasn’t the one I’ve slept in these last few weeks. The scents around the room were different, and the women who were staring at me with wide eyes were also very unfamiliar. But it was clear to me that they were both Omega maids. They looked almost terrified to see me, and then they looked at one another, a question in their eyes. “She’s awake,” one of them said; she was shorter with brown hair that was pulled out of her face.

"Your uniforms. You'll get three rotate them for laundry. Mrs. Chen is super strict about appearance, so make sure everything is always pressed and perfect." Aria unzipped the bag and pulled out the uniform. Classic maid attire black dress with white trim, modest neckline, hem that hit just below the knee. Professional. Anonymous. Exactly what she needed. She changed quickly while Lucy kept up her commentary. "So the main thing you need to know is that there are like, unofficial rules on top of the official ones. Like, never go to the third floor unless Mr. Blackwood specifically asks for you that's his private space and he's really weird about it. And don't let James catch you breaking any

"What mission?" "Be a maid in the place-" "Wait-wait-wait!" Feli cut off Leonel's words with lightning speed. "Didn't I hear wrong?" Feli looked at Leonel. "I heard the word MAID. MAID? Dad, am I supposed to be a Maid? Really, Daddy?! I don't want to!" "Just one month, Baby Girl-" "I don't want to even for one second!" cut in Feli again. "Then there will be no private jet."

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses. I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in. "Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last night to let you know how we do things around here," Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast. "Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

She stated. “So, Mientras Estamos saliendo, sigo siendo tu sirvienta o consigo un reemplazo ( While we're dating, will I still be your maid or you'd get a replacement )?" She inquired. “I was thinking about that, you're no more the maid. The new one would start tomorrow, and then you become the caretaker. You run the affairs of my home, my home is your office." He told her as he leaned in for a kiss.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Author's POV "Ma'am, why are you making lunch? Sir won't like it... I don't want to face any punishment for this." The maid asked Mira worriedly. Mira smiled at her. "It's okay... Your sir himself has told me to make food for him.." "But ma'am, I have not received any instructions from him... Till now only I am taking care of his stuff..." The maid was a mid age woman with almost grey hair and a tired look on her face, she looked worried half of the time and Mira noticed it.