Naruto Maid Novels & Stories

They were rarely mixed with the rest of us, so a royal prince from another country must be quite exciting for them. The maid who Neema had been yelling at was called Tamara and she was a bit dim-witted. She had attempted to balance two trays of food at the same time and go up the stairs to serve the new prince. Now, anyone with even half a brain could tell that it would end in disaster. But Tamara was built differently and proceeded to leave the kitchen like that. And maybe, just maybe she might have succeeded in her task. But unfortunately for her, Neema saw her trying to balance the two trays and sent her back to the kitchen in anger.

The hour passed in a blur. Aria cleared the dining room mechanically, her body still humming with residual arousal, her mind scattered. Had he really almost called her by her real name? Or had she imagined it in her overwhelmed state? She'd been so desperate, so consumed by sensation...maybe she'd simply misheard. She shook her head, trying to focus. She was being paranoid. There was no way he knew. Her cover was solid. Her references were perfect. She was just Sarah Mitchell, a maid who happened to be falling dangerously hard for her employer.

I looked closely at the paper and when I looked at the back of the paper, there was a number on it. How can I call this number, I don’t have a phone anymore? Well, there’s nothing wrong if I’ll try, right? But how can a maid’s salary be 50k per month? Impossible. I mean, maybe it is possible if the person who’s looking for a maid is rich. I look at the two girls who are just near to me. As I can see, they’re holding the same paper as mine. “Look at this! They’re looking for a maid, the salary is 50k--“

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.

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.

“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.

AVA Morning finds me beneath layers of silk, drowning in the weight of roses and responsibility. Light spills through the tall windows, golden and soft, but it doesn’t warm me. I’m Luna now. And I feel like a prisoner in a crown. There’s a sharp knock at the door. Before I can even call out, it opens, revealing a girl with thick black hair twisted into a braid down her spine. Her movements are fluid, practiced. She bows low. “My name is Jatine. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid, Luna.”

The Cassanos had the upper hand, and no one was going to stick their neck out. Furious but refusing to beg, Julian gritted his teeth. "Burn in hell," he spat, closing his eyes to wait for death. But the agonizing pain of fangs tearing into his throat never came. Instead, an ear-piercing shriek tore from Caroline's throat. He snapped his eyes open. I—the supposedly terrified maid—had hiked up my dress, drawn a hidden tactical dagger from my thigh holster, and sliced the snake's head clean off. The Black Mamba's body writhed violently before going completely dead.

"That's right, special maid. As my special maid, you have to help with my bath every morning, the other maids can take care of the breakfast. you have to also follow me every where I go, and do whatever I asked of you." He said moving closer to Eve. Are you willing to do that for a common dream? He asked.

"They will serve as your personal maids. And these two Orin and Leoric will be your guards." I studied them, my mind flashing back to Kiya, Miya, and Isis. The resemblance wasn’t physical, but the energy, the way they stood, the confidence in their eyes it reminded me so much of my lost friends. Nyra, the tallest of the three maids, stepped forward and bowed slightly. "It’s an honor to serve you, my Lady." Aelith and Selene followed suit, their movements precise and respectful. Then Orin and Leoric stepped forward, placing a hand over their hearts in a warrior's salute.