My Maids Are All Antagonists Novels & Stories

He looked around his house and it was still in the same state it’s been since the death of Kate. By now he knew it was time to get a maid. After much contemplation and brooding over it over and over Marcus knew his decision of getting a maid is actually a right one.Fearing the unknown,Marcus reluctantly decided to advertise for the position, he picked up his phone and pulled a call through to the Manager of his company,Sandra. Sandra has been working with Marcus for six years and by now she handles the company efficiently even in Marcus’s absence. “I trust she’ll do this right”,he said silently to himself.

I heard her say. I was a bit stunned for a moment, because how can I say that I was also stunned by her voice? Oh my god! Did I just fall for the maid? I was overwhelmed with that thought. I can't just fall for the housemaid! But what will high society think if I fall in love with the maid? Heart, why are you beating so fast? "It's just a rat and then it’s your job to get rid of it," I began to rant. I got annoyed. It's just a rat, but the maid was acting like she would kill more than that. Then when I realized what she said…

“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.

"You'll be doing my laundry, cooking my meals, and cleaning my quarters. And if you so much as think about disobeying me, you'll suffer the consequences." I nodded, trying to appear submissive. But inside, I was seething with anger and determination. I would not be broken by Cara's bullying. "What if I say I won't do it?" I asked, determined. "What?" She asked, surprised. "I won't do it," I said, looking Cara straight in the eye. "I won't serve you or do your bidding." Cara's expression turned red with rage. "You dare to defy me?" she spat. "You're just a lowly omega. You'll do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences."

“Did I interrupt something?” “No,” Alpha Stone casually replied, not slipping one hint of emotion into his statement, while I choked on my lemon water. “Godd---ess, n-no!” I coughed and spat and tried to breathe all at the same time, while franticly waving my hand in denial. “I-I-I’m serious! I-I work here! As a maid!” “A maid, eh?” Michael echoed, amusement clear on his face. He didn’t believe me. And just to get it in writing, he then turned to Alpha Stone, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Really?”

The maids exchanged quick glances, whispering among themselves nervously. Another maid tried again, stepping forward slightly. "Miss, we cannot disobey Alpha Salvatore. Please understand." I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, trying to make myself feel stronger than I was. "I said no." They all stood there, frozen in place, not knowing what to do. The guards shifted uncomfortably, their hands twitching by their sides as if preparing for orders they didn’t want to carry out. The maids looked at each other helplessly, clearly hoping for some kind of miracle.

"One of the maids must have already taken care of it. Thank you for your assistance." ​"Of course, My Lady," he murmured. He picked up his basket, completely oblivious to the fact that its most critical contents were gone, and bowed before heading out toward the courtyard. ​As soon as he was out of sight, my calm facade shattered. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I turned and sprinted toward my private bedchamber. Locking the heavy door behind me, I reached into my skirt, pulled out the three stolen letters, and sat down at my vanity to tear open the wax seals.

said one of the maid , her expression rather hideous " its your order , we have been following your orders all along .Its you who wanted to keep the lady as down trodden as possible " " That's right " chimed in another maid " its all because of you that we lost our jobs , you gotta help us !" " And what if I don't ?" said Marge her voice fierce as she glared at the group of maids " What are you gonna do ?" " You don't want to challenge us Marge " said the maid who spoke earlier " If you find help us out ; we will let the Lord know that it was you who ordered us to do so "

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

Guards with stern faces were stationed almost on all the doors, making it difficult for me to leave. I'm yet to regain my strength after the soul-draining episode I faced. The door to my room opened, and one of the maids who supply my meal walked in, with a tight expression on her face. It seems all the maids here have a score with me. Ordinarily, they act as if I'm their worst enemy, especially this one. The glares she always sends my way would have killed me if they had been bullets. “Here is your food.” She dropped the dish on my bedside table and turned to leave.