New Housemaid Book Novels & Stories

She didn’t bother asking who would be appointed, either, because, after all, it didn’t matter. By midday, they had decided. The newly appointed maid was a middle-aged woman named Peggy Reynolds. Claíre wasn’t sure if Travis Blake had bribed Peggy, but she didn’t feel the need to ask. She could find out eventually. Peggy followed Claíre to her new place. She also heard that the interior design was quite luxurious. However, she was still surprised after seeing Hailey’s house. She didn’t expect someone who was a marginalized family member to have such a high standard of living.

They even filed for divorce and are now in the waiting period to get their divorce certificate. I responded with a hint of sarcasm, "She's busy getting a divorce, but she still has time to come over and join your housewarming, huh?" Axel picked up on my tone and said with a laugh, "We're just friends. What were you thinking? Besides, a housewarming is supposed to be lively. You know what kind of person your husband is, don't you?" Indeed, I knew. Axel was a very good man. He cooked and took the initiative to do chores. Aside from not being very ambitious about making money, he could be considered a perfect husband.

Yes, that would be nice for a change. As much as nothing was a better past time than reading in the library, the house was still awfully boring and she would need to work something out that kept her busy enough to daydream about him all the time. A maid peeked her head through the door not long later, gripping unto the door post as she announced, "Ma'am, your husband is home." Hazel stared up from her book, her heart skipping a shallow beat. She nodded, "okay." Your husband is home...

He said and I called the new maid to get it. " Sir, I--I guess I lost it. I mean--", the new slave in training said, so I called our first maid. " Did you hire a clueless Omega slave?" My voice roared. The first maid bowed her head and asked for my forgiveness. "My apologies, my Lord but Miss Ember was the one who always does to tidy up your library. I was too preoccupied with household chores since she left. I'm sorry but this new slave didn't know how to write and read so maybe she threw it away by mistake. I promise to dig everything to find the letter. " She quickly made a bow and left the study room.

"It's not opening. I'm serious." "What?" I took the book from her hands and then easily opened it. "Are you kidding me? It wasn't opening." Emily said. I closed the book and handed it to her again. "Try it." Emily held the cover in both her hands and pulled as much as she could. She wasn't playing. The book really wasn't opening. "Wait." I took the book and ran downstairs. Mary, Emily's maid was preparing a batter on the kitchen counter. She was a sweet-faced old lady, with an extremely sweet personality, serving the Andersons before Emily was even born.

"Five years after the marriage, the young woman was beginning to become a woman, even if she did not allow her husband to join her. Becoming a woman was out of all options, there was no possibility of her doing something so vile and distasteful against herself. Francesca spent so much time looking for a way not to bow to that vile family from which her husband came, the young woman refused to become a woman under the protection of that blood that had never done anything to help her family. Months passed, until finally, through an oversight of her mother's maids, the young woman found an old but still well-preserved book on the table in the library of the mansion. The book was there, carefull

Ray had made it clear that the parents had warned them to stay clear of my path. I didn't want to lose my only job, I couldn't afford to. A few hours later, I had already changed Bryson's beddings, made Ray's bed and now I was unpacking. The room was pretty good for a housemaid like me. It had a canopy bed, dresser, Tv cabinet and a walk in wardrobe. I only had a few clothes, the closet was so big for my few old tees and sweats. I didn't own any jewellery, not even a single pair of earrings. Mmmh I'll just leave my clothes in the suitcase like before, and just take out my toothbrush.

“I had Chef prepare it especially. I remembered it was your favourite dessert. It was your mother’s too wasn’t it?” Wren’s teeth clenched involuntarily, slightly. How dare she even mention her mother? Anthonia continued, “It’s wonderful what you've accomplished, especially considering everything. A failed marriage, starting over from nothing, making your way up without any….” She smiled, “Most women in your situation would have crumbled.” Wren took a deliberate bite of her crème brûlée as a way to immunise herself from Anthonia’s subtle jabs. “The custard is overcooked. Too much heat. It’s grainy.”

Give me patience to deal with this girl. How are children of these days are raised. Magdalena went on to scold Rim who is the newest maid that just joined them many times as she wished. . She doesn't know how to clean, cook and even wash clothes yet she is the old woman's favorite. I think this unfair. Interjected Harriet another maid around in the kitchen.

I have never had an office job before, and I am quite excited about the experience. I have checked a few tips online to avoid making amateur mistakes, but sadly, I don't know the name of his company, so I am going in blind. Ma seems happy and content with the new job, and it makes me hope I will be as well. She has been gushing about the mansion and all the appliances available to ease her work and how kind everyone is. I decided to drag myself off the soft mattress and went searching for Ma to see if she needed help in any way. When I found her, she was busy, with Maria acquainting her with our boss's favorite dishes and the recipes.