My Maids Are All Antagonists Novels & Stories

Whenever I managed to scrub a patch of the floor completely clean, a maid would intentionally walk over and dump a bucket of muddy mop water right on top of my hard work. “Oops,” the maid giggled, kicking my soapy bucket over. “Guess you have to start all over again. Try not to cry this time.” “I am not crying,” I hissed through gritted teeth, grabbing a dirty rag to wipe up the spill. “You should be,” another maid sneered, purposefully stepping hard on the hem of my wet dress. “You think you are so special because the Alpha f***ed you? You are nothing. He throws his trash down here with us when he is bored.”

"Daddy, I love this one," my daughter Amelia said. She thrust the application into my hand. We have been looking for maid to take care of household needs for months. Hundreds of applications entered online, many were interested because of the large salary offered. Anita is Mom's employee, who sorts them out and there are fifteen candidates left. That pile of files has been on my desk for a week without me having chance to touch it. I don't have time.

The others cleaning the mess on the floor. “Do you want to die?” A redhead maid asked her as they went to the maid’s wing of the house. The maid was human, which was probably why she stuck by her. That was when Sophia noticed that there were only female maids in the house. There was no male. She voiced her curiosity to her partner. “That is because…..I will tell you later. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. That must smell like hell.” She said referring to Sophia’s clothes.

“A maid shouldn’t talk to the wife like that.” “Oh? But they’re all on my side, not yours,” Rose said, looking at the other maids. The maids looked confused and glanced at Rose when she spoke. “Do you hear me? You all have to agree with me. If you don’t, just go along with what I say!” Rose said coldly, glaring at the maids. The maids looked uncomfortable, caught between us. “This isn’t good?” One maid said, looking at both Rose and me.

Ara's POV I stood with the three maids, our bodies trembling but our resolve unshaken. We were outnumbered, outmatched, but we couldn’t let the alphas destroy everything we loved. The male alphas circled us, their eyes glowing with predatory hunger. Their pheromones filled the air, oppressive and suffocating, but we fought back with our own. But it wasn’t enough. We weren’t strong enough. The maid assigned to protect me lunged first, her fists flying as she struck an alpha across the jaw. He staggered but recovered quickly, his claws slashing through the air.

My mind spins with everything—Nathan’s cruelty, Camille’s smugness, and now Adrian, with his infuriating arrogance. I sit on the edge of my bed and pick up my phone. Claire’s words from yesterday play in my mind: “He’s ruthless, but you’re lucky he’s not your enemy. Never leave someone like him idle, Emily. You either cling to him or make him an ally, because if you don’t, you’ll make an enemy.” I smirk despite myself. I’ll make Adrian an ally. No way am I letting him be an enemy. Still, I can’t believe I’ll be working as his maid... it’s so absurd it almost feels like a nightmare. But at least I have someone powerful in my corner now.

She dropped to her knees to clean the mess, and leaned close enough that only I could hear. “Ne lui faites pas confiance,” she whispered in French. (Don’t trust him). Before I could react, Mr. Bluesmith stormed back in. “Clumsy girl! Look at the mess you’ve made in front of our guests!” he snapped. The maid mumbled a frantic apology, head bowed, then practically ran from the room. We stood at the same time. The meeting was over. In the car, as the estate disappeared behind us. I leaned back against the leather seat.

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

He is right, where he, a billionaire’s son and where am I, a maid; a maid with no background. All of sudden a loud shrill voice comes from the living room, I drop the mop from my hand and hurry my way to the living. When I reach the entrance I see all the maids being lined up and one of the security guard is checking their body. “I will call the police if I don’t get my necklace! My Tiffany’s diamonds! I want them back!!” Mrs. Fleming is screaming at all the maids. I watch the maids being checked, they are being treated so badly. As far as I know, all the maids are honest and good at their work. But who will explain this to Mrs. Fleming, for her poor people are thieves, slackers, who doesn't

There was a muttered oath and then more scrambling. "Damn it! Look at what you have done. You've made a huge mess in here," another maid scolded. I went in. The maids froze as soon as they saw me enter, all of their eyes trained on me. One of them held a serving spoon over an open flame. She snatched the spoon back a second after she realized what she was doing. The attitude of the maids was that of prey running away from its predator. I supposed that reaction was expected. I had not exactly done much to endear myself to them. A pot lay overturned on the floor. It had spilled gravy all over the place. The maids all curtsied.