New Housemaid Book Novels & Stories

Erin hurried out of the icebox after she locked it everywhere, she was striving to catch up with Hayley. Ding Dong. The doorbell went after Earnestine tapped it twice. She was with her newfound mystery girl and all the research she had done paid off. They had found where the fourth key lay, Athena was a witch who knew a lot of relics and had a magic book in which a few were written. She studied a lot about magic and she came by to learn a few things about the town. The door opened, and the gleams of the sun which was setting poured into the house. Janeka had cleaned up her mess and ended her crazy party. They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut.

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Her vision blurred, and everything went dark. #Flashback Off *** The cold night air bit into Cordelia’s body as she ran, every step sending pain through her bare feet. Each second felt like another test, but she pressed on, aiming for the home she hoped would offer just a little comfort. When she finally reached her house, Cordelia grabbed the door handle with trembling hands. She pushed inside, struggling to catch her breath. Waiting in the living room sat Brittany—her stepmother—alongside Veronica, her stepsister.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

Instead, he spared my life and also offered me a job to work as a maid in his house. I became a maid and in no time I was familiar with the new environment. I started working and everyone around here was loving and friendly towards me except for Damien who was always wearing a stoned-faced. The three old ladies made me feel welcomed and also comfortable in the house. My life began to feel much better and then I met with Thelma again after several years of being apart, courtesy of Mike's behaviour. Thelma came back into my life and things began to look even better for me.

A few hours ago I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.

A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Oh Lord. After Leo had taken her to the new house, which was a small bungalow in a semi-rural area, nice and warm, with fields all around, he had decided to hire a maid for her, but Mara begged him not to do it. He had already done so much for her - a total stranger. If he did too much more, his wife could find out about it and there would certainly be trouble. She didn't tell him all this, but he seemed to understand in that queer way they understood each other.