Order Of The Housemaid Books Novelas e Histórias

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.

At each word she uttered, she had pulled even nearer to me, hands resting on my shoulders, and what I knew next was Ashley pushing me back into the hallway where I had emerged from, accompanied with a number of ladies tagging behind her, they led me into a spacious room. I was brought to the washroom, ordered by Ashley to get into the bathtub, and believe me people, one wouldn't want to go against the orders of Ashley, especially seeing how much of an enthusiastic state she was in. "What's going on?" The worry could be caught in my voice, gaze shifting through the faces of the ladies who peered on at me with much glee filling their eyes, not to forget the grins held on their lips. "We're her

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”

I listened to the loud conversations between The housekeeper and the woman whose voice I found familiar and it was confirmed the next seconds as Aunty replied. “Madam, you are right and wrong at the same time!” Aunty’s voice was so calm and cold that it surprise me. This was the first time hearing her sound so cold as she had always been a gentle and loving person. I swallowed hard on hearing the word madam and I knew only Adams's mother could be called that. My heart trembled as I felt so helpless at the moment as she seemed to dislike me, right? The housekeeper’s voice rang out as I was thinking, “My master is Master Adams. And I only follow the orders of my master. He had ordered you not

I drowned myself in the shirt and true to what I thought, it was indeed very big for me in fact it was more like a king dress. As if it was planned, my stomach growled after I got dressed so I wore the pink flip flop that has been prepared ahead and went downstairs, hoping to see something that will suffice me. As soon as I got to the living room downstairs, I met a woman cleaning the chairs and I coughed lightly to get her attention. “ Good afternoon ma'am, I hope you enjoyed your rest. I am Mrs Kris, the head maid of this house, “ she introduced while eyeing me from head to toe.

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.”

I put the books on the window ledge, the frame on the bed on the bedside table, the toy on the zigzag corner wall wooden shelf— at first uncertain whether it was okay for me to do that. But I shrugged it off. Remembering how he was last night, I assumed Dr. Gabriel— Gabriel wouldn’t mind. The house was up early, too, though not loudly. It had a rhythm, like a soft song playing beneath everything. The maids were moving quickly but gently, the air smelled of polished wood and fabric softener— far different from the eggs and bacon I was expecting. That’s what I mostly read on books. Wake up in a huge house and the first thing you’ll smell is the breakfast in the kitchen.

"You're probably one of Young Master's fangirls. If you want to stay here longer, you have to control yourself!" I blinked thrice. Me? A fangirl of someone? Who is she referring to? I didn't bother to ask her who the Young Master is and she proceeded in giving me my first task. Before giving the task, she explained to me about the hierarchy of servants. She introduced me to them first, before the explanation of what their roles are. I met the bodyguards, footmen, kitchen boys, scullery maids, cook/chef, and the housemaids, which I am one of them. Mrs. Cruz introduced me to the head housemaid, who is the senior house maid, Mrs. Jessica Garcia. And her task is to report to the Housekeeper. The

This big stupid house had more ears than walls. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth. ‎ ‎I knew they whispered sometimes everyone in houses like this did but hearing it out loud? Hearing me described like some embarrassing soap-opera disaster? ‎ ‎That one hurt. ‎ ‎I stepped into view. ‎Deliberately. ‎ ‎Their faces drained of color instantly. ‎ ‎The first maid tripped over her own feet trying to stand straight. “Miss Miss Vivienne” ‎ ‎“You forgot to whisper quieter,” I said calmly. Too calmly.