New Housemaid Book Novels & Stories

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

But right now, with all I’ve beheld I believe him when he said, this was going to make up for home. He was intent on doing just that after Cameron had mentioned to him in the letter that this was our honeymoon. My attention had soon been snatched by polished furnitures stood at an end of the room, and by the window side was a mini flower vase, bearing artificial plants. Centered in the area was a king-sized bed, stacked with pillows here and there alongside a maroon-coloured duvet which looked like it would drown anyone who went in it, and placed on the bed was card, with the words

To Mary it was chaos; she couldn’t understand how any food was prepared there. “Come,” said the chatelaine, setting off across the kitchen. It seemed most of the people in the kitchen had respect for or were afraid of the chatelaine, because they automatically paved a path for her by stopping or moving so she always had free passage. Mary followed her closely. For Mary, the kitchen was scary. The chatelaine stopped in front of a woman the size of four ordinary women. Her face was red with the heat and from working. She wore a white cotton cap on her head and here and there a blonde lock slipped out from underneath it. Her eyes were small and blue. She seemed annoyed at being interrupted in t

One moment she was crying helplessly in a hospital. The next moment she was married and living in a mansion. Her entire life had changed in only a few weeks. A soft knock suddenly came from the door. Ava looked up quickly. One of the maids stepped inside carefully. “Mrs. Hale?” Ava still was not used to hearing that name. “Yes?” “Dinner is ready downstairs.” “Oh…” The maid smiled politely. “Would you like me to prepare your bath first?” Ava immediately shook her head. “No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

It was a soft affectionate kiss and the crowd beamed with teary eyes. Mrs. Matilda had hired another housekeeper after she sent Caitlin away. She also mistreated the new assistant and made her life miserable, but she couldn't complain because she needed the job to get some money for her poor family's upkeep. That morning, the servant served her breakfast and went to complete her chores. Matilda decided to turn on the TV and the live event that came up caught her attention. It was a very fabulous wedding and everything looked so lavish and expensive that she became glued to the screen. Then her eyes saw someone that shocked her to her bone.

“This is a new maid I hired for you. Oh, and she used to be a matron. So, compared to that clumsy housemaid you used to have, she ought to fit you better.” He had the new maid introduce herself. The new maid’s name was Candice. Her looks were average, her personality was enthusiastic, and she babbled on about a lot of things she was good at. Nancy was angry, but she couldn’t throw a tantrum at a time like this. Besides, Candice was innocent, and it wouldn’t do to take it out on her, so she could only nod and hold a conversation. Seeing that she didn’t have any opinions on it, Ben had Candice start making a meal while he took up a book and sat down on the sofa, reading it.

“Mrs Harris, should we go ahead?,”Amelia was lost in thought that she was deaf to the maid’s question. “Mrs Harris, should I commence the cleaning?” She said again with a higher pitch and Amelia was forced to listen.she gave her a doubtful look and rubbed her protruding belly nervously.In Pamela’s absence,she was the woman of the house,she shouldn't be too scared to do the needful. “Go ahead Martha.” A boost of confidence filled her heart,the handmaid send a signal to the rest of the idle maids who followed her into the darkest room in the mansion.

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

not “Mrs.” Ms. Zhou, the head housekeeper, was a middle-aged woman with stern features and meticulous habits. I knew she was my mother-in-law’s spy. She would ask about my needs as a formality, but when I requested even the smallest personal favor—like a softer bedside lamp or a few books—she would reply in her cold, detached voice: “Your ladyship has given orders. The house arrangement is decided by a feng shui master and cannot be changed. As for books… you may only enter the master’s study with permission. Otherwise, you’ll need to buy them yourself.”

IRIS Savannah’s cold, sharp eyes bore directly into me as I set the breakfast tray down onto the table. It was the weekend, and the entire family was gathered in the dining room, leisurely, making the atmosphere suffocatingly tense. Savannah leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a cruel, disgust-filled smile as she stared at my new ballet flat. "It really is fascinating how some people can be pulled right out of the gutter, given a clean set of clothes and shoes, and they still manage to smell like poverty. You can scrub a maid clean, but you can never wash away where she came from."