Neko Maids Novels & Stories

Camilla's POV: After completing my kitchen chores, I heaved a sigh of relief. Ensuring the kitchen was neat and orderly was the last task I had for the day. I dropped the mop on the floor and strolled to the fridge to get a jug of water to quench my thirst. As I opened the fridge, my attention was drawn to a pack. Inside, I found hamburgers and fries, and my stomach growled at the sight. Since morning, I had only consumed half a cup of chocolate and a slice of bread. I knew I wouldn't eat again until the next day, as that was the usual food routine for maids in this house.

Third-person POV. A new classification has been made, a mix between littles and Neko. The government wasn't sure who to place these subjects with? Do they treat them as little or as pets? Do they need a master or a daddy? Studies have been conducted on said subject and they turned out to be a total mix, they don't go little or go pet space. They are there the whole time in the middle, the best description has been made by their caregivers was kittens. A Neko, but a baby one, not totally a little since all Neko got a sex drive, unlike littles who are asexual. They go through a mating season, only after they hit the twenty-one-year-old age mark, the Neko would complain from his/hers princess p

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.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

"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."

Neko commented proudly. “Very well, make sure you master every technique. I need to make sure you are useful to me.” “Of course Master,” Neko replied as she simply bowed, making Nicoli choke on his drink once again. Neko had paid him no mind as she had fully flashed her ass at him while bowing at me. “Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes,” Neko commented as she walked out of the room. I didn’t miss the way she shook her hips begging me to stare. I rolled my eyes at her and focused my attention back on Nicoli.

the maid replied and rushed to her. “What is your name? she asked the maid. “My name is Mara" the maid replied. “From today, you will be my personal maid," Nelly said to her. “Okay madam" the maid replied. “Can you just stop addressing me as madam, it makes me feel old which am not, you are probably older than me, just call me Nelly" “Okay Madam, I mean Nelly" the maid corrected herself. “Show me to my husband's room," Nelly said to the maid and the maid nodded.

The memory came rushing back to me suddenly, and I had to close my eyes while it passed. “You should rest longer,” the older of the two said; it seemed she was the one in charge. Her expression softened slightly. “My name is Charlene. And this is Abby. We are the medical maids at the sealed palace. We tend to whoever we are ordered, and tonight we are ordered to tend to you, Madam.” “Where’s Leo… uh… the King,” I said, stammering over my words. This time, it was the younger one, Abby, who answered.

Law. “We ship on the designated route. Everything’s been handled, so don’t screw this up,” I snapped into the phone. I gave clear instructions, yet half my crew acted like they had a collective lobotomy. I hung up and walked through the hallway, as I scrolled through shipment logs. Leon said the new maid would start today, but from the looks of the dirty plates, and messy counter in the kitchen. She hadn’t done much. He’d lose his mind if he saw this mess.

Our instincts are in control now, and the room seems to shrink as we focus on each other, ignoring the gasps and whispers around us. Suddenly, Lola makes her move, lunging towards me with a snarl. I react swiftly, dodging her attack and countering with a well-timed snap of my jaws. Our teeth clash, and a yelp escapes Lola's lips as she recoils in pain. The other maids watch with bated breath, unsure of what will happen next. No one dares to interrupt us. Lola, nursing her injury, takes a step back, her wolf form visibly shaken. She realizes that I'm not to be underestimated. This confrontation wasn't about dominance; it was about defending my honor and showing her that I wouldn't tolerate he