My Maids Are All Antagonists Novels & Stories

With each step towards the storage room, my desperation surged, but the maids remained unmoved. I dug my heels into the ground, trying to pull myself back, but they were all much stronger than I was. The tiled floor beneath me became a slippery slope as I fought against how they dragged me. My attempts at resistance were met with scoffs and mocking laughter. All the maids in the kitchen seemed to take delight in what was being done to me, except for a few, who looked away uncomfortably. The entrance to the storage room loomed ahead like a gateway to hell. My heart pounded in my chest as I contemplated the darkness that awaited me. Knowing Lilian, she might decide to leave me in there until I

In fact, I want to make sure that she doesn't get in trouble. "What....what are you doing here?" I asked the maid. "I was going to talk to Stacie, Alpha Antoine. But you ...what are you doing here? Did Stacie do something to annoy you again? Ugh, I should have known that she will find a way to mess things up completely! She never has her head in one place! I'm going to teach her a good lesson today!" The maid went on and on. She seemed to have a personal vendetta with Stacie and she wanted to use this situation to get even with Stacie. Is this the maid Stacie told me about? The one who suspects the both of us?

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.

“Since when do you have the right to talk about me and Madam? Pack up and leave, now!” The maids instantly paled at this, dreading that they were about to lose their high-paying, comfortable job. They were so scared that they knelt and begged, “We won’t repeat this, Master! Please give us another chance!” Anthony smirked. “A chance is given to a human, not some dog who speaks nonsense! Butler, kick them out!” he ordered ruthlessly. Grandma Bailey walked out of the room after hearing the commotion. The maids instantly begged her, pleading, “We’re sorry, Old Madam Bailey! Please, don’t chase us out!”

the maids responded in unison, their voices blending into a chorus of compliance. "Now, get back to work." Seizing the moment, I emerged from my hiding place and stepped into the kitchen. My gaze settled on the maid who had spoken so harshly of me. I noticed her shoulders stiffen under my scrutiny, her eyes darting away, seeking refuge from my stare. But I chose not to exert my authority in retaliation; engaging with her petty spite would only diminish my own stature. Those who engage in such mean-spirited talk are best left unanswered. As I entered, the servants collectively lowered their heads, a gesture of respect and acknowledgement.

Looking at the maids, we were able to see them looking really beautiful while they were cleaning and doing their chores. But in the mirror, they weren't beautiful maids. They were wretched, old creatures.Hags. ALPHA LUCAS’ POV They were all bent, old hags, walking around, chattering to themselves, as they went about their chores. We looked back, and they were beautiful maids again, smiling and laughing.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

She raised her voice, as though about to call out. The maid froze, overwhelmed by Miranda’s sharpness and composure. She hastily said, “Miss Miranda, please don’t call anyone!” If this escalated, her master wouldn’t spare her life. “Miss Miranda, this really isn’t a bad thing for you. Why make things difficult for a lowly maid like me?” The maid was caught in an impossible situation—unable to disobey her master but equally unable to withstand Miranda’s threat. Her face filled with resentment and frustration as she stared at Miranda with a mix of grievance and dissatisfaction.

"Here is the rod." The maid said, giving the rod to Helen. Helen took the rod from her, she looked at the girl crying on the floor and said. "Hold her." Two maids came forward and held Liz, who was still begging. Eva and Ivy also tried to stop Helen by begging her, but she did not listen. "If anyone tries to stop me, I'll make sure I beat each and every one of you." She screamed at them. Ever since the girls have been working in the kitchen and not taking care of the prince as usual, Helen has made up her mind to treat them badly. As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores.