Novel Maid Novels & Stories

Maid Manual: As a maid, you must obey all the master's orders and complete them thoroughly. Everything about the maid belongs to the master, and she must not do anything that harms the master's interests. The maid must perform all household chores perfectly. If there is any disagreement, refer to the first three rules. At this point, Lydia felt too exhausted even to complain. Lambert was truly regressing. Who does he think he is? A teenager with a hero complex? What's with this maid manual? She was only here for the shares, forced to take care of his daily needs for a week. Besides, maids and servants are entirely different concepts!

the maid bowed her head as she stood before her mistress. Serena beckons to the side of the bed for the maid to sit. She strode uncomfortably, and beside her mistress uneasily. Serena cleared her throat and said what was on her mind. "From now on, your name is Sarah." The maid was startled. Her name was indeed Sarah but no one knew. They were always addressed as maids with numbers. She began to wonder if Serena knew about her past. "My lady, no one calls a maid by name, especially not one in your position. Please call me maid 316." Serena might not have heard her because even if she did, she did not show it.

maids even find their mates on that very day and are allowed to leave with their mates to wherever with a few things as an appreciation of their work as maids in the palace. Which means, maids in the palace don't die as maids. They get to leave when they find their mates and before you know it, they are already being replaced by new set of maids starting from the youngest wolf ages. It is why most maids look forward to rituals like that because they mean one thing; Freedom. The maids standing in front of me weren't familiar but I could tell that most of them were older than I was. I was conflicted, not knowing where and how to start with them. "Good morning...huh..." I was nervous as hell a

But no she wasn't at all. She has been our maid for months now. And never keep near me at all, less talk to me. She always hangs out with her friends only. Something about her just set me inside on fire, make me feel things I never felt before. Am I a guy who doesn't do any strings attached relationships?

“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.

"As my maid, you need to apply to the rules and regulations written in this book, you are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed you will be penalized for it." "note that as my maid I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately without no delay, stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing you will be prosecuted, you are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And lastly do not talk when am talking except you are asked to." "Your work starts tomorrow." After reading the article, Ashley pushed the paper away with a sign and sat lost in thoughtful silence. "Is it true?" Chloe asked watching her eagerly.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

I'm in the kitchen, getting ready to tackle my first task. I'm teamed with another maid as we set off to our assigned responsibilities. She appears kind and knowledgeable, and she comes over to assist me with the dishes. "Hi there," she says with a warm smile. "My name is Mila, and I'm the new maid." I couldn't help but note how diverse the maids' clothing and jewellery are. Is there any meaning behind them?" "Thank you, Mila," I say, mirroring her grin as we clean the dishes together. "My name is Sarah, and I'm also a new maid." According to what I've observed, the diverse clothing and jewelry appear to signify the hierarchy or levels among the maids here."

Gigi Pov I can't stop talking while eating peanuts. I thought there were no peanuts in this world but it turns out there are. After all, everything is possible in this world as long as it is written by the author because this is not the real world. I was talking to Cindy and I'm telling her what happened to me in the real world and suddenly I was brought inside the novel that my sister was reading. I just don't know if my personal maid believes what I tell her because she always nods at what I say or maybe she thinks I'm crazy so she's just riding me. Cindy is the loyal maid of my character here in the novel.