Order Of The Housemaid Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mansion wasn't a small one so it would really be difficult cleaning the whole place. There were nine maids in total, Dorota who was the head maid, Brittney and Marissa who roomed in the first, Jasmine and Mia, also roomies, Mary and Diana, who gave off this kind of weird vibe and finally Alice and I, who stayed in the last room. Alice has been my guide. She explained things better than the so-called Miss Dorota. The maid's outfit was a little bit tight and short on me but that was the only available size. I never really wore revealing clothes so it was hard adjusting to the new lifestyle.

I was getting used to the huge house with maniy routes now , I could pick up my way to the dinning hall easily even though the three brothers intend to make life hard for me , they still had a soft spot in . I remembered the day a maid asked me to clean the toilet , what could I do than to obey , even though I never did that in the silver thistle pack , I tied my hair in a pony tail and begun scrubbing the floor

I asked one of the maids I sighted coming out from the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am. Sir Ignatius hasn't given me any instructions.” She answered, as my eyebrows furrowed. “Is this how things are done here, in this house?” I asked the maid who was already fidgeting. “Yes ma'am, we wait for his instructions. He gets mad whenever any of us go against his orders.” The maid replied, slowly bowing her head. “But I'm his wife now.” I said to the maid, lifting her chin to look at me. At this point, the maid was already confused.

The morning aftermath feels rushed, like someone skipped breakfast and went straight for the mundane problem-solving. Somewhere down the hall, the maid coughed. I recognised the cough. Marta, my grey-haired maid. She had the kind of cough that said she’d buried more people than she’d sheets tucked in. But the sound of her cough was deceptive, as I’ve learned the previous evening. Marta was talking low to another maid—it was one of the younger ones I guessed, with eyes of a deer caught in a headlight. “The books were still open when they found him,” the young maid whispered.

And not just one, but a swarm of them had been cruelly murdered, with no one to blame. While the mood within the mansion remained tense and gloomy, two women dressed in maid uniforms were busy discussing in low tones at some place around the mansion. “Just keep an eye out; I’ll have this delivered to the main bedroom.” “Shouldn’t we send it when everyone is gathered around?” “No, the orders have changed once more. Let’s get this done before anyone notices.” “All right, I’ll let everyone keep an eye on things.” After the two had finished their brief talk, one of the older maids entered the residence quietly and without drawing too much attention to herself.

The dignified red-haired woman has no tolerance for lateness. The three girls, Emma, Ina, and the maid left the library to leave the other servants to clean and order the books and the cups of tea and snacks on the table. However, as they were making sure the books were in their place, one of them found the mess on the second floor. "Hey, look at this!" "What?" The two maids lift the books with the enchantment titles. "Fragrance to control dragons..." one of the maids muttered and then the two closed their mouths and looked at each other.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.

“I don’t think they’d find you. Or worse…they would.” Carrie snorted softly. “You’re being dramatic.” “I am not,” Shawn said. “I’ve seen horror movies that start exactly like this. Beautiful house. Polite staff. Suddenly…. boom… disappearance.” Before I could answer, a line of maids came in quietly, each holding silver trays with covered lids. They moved together smoothly, setting dishes on the table with calm efficiency. One maid stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Delia.” “Good morning,” I replied automatically, still a little stunned by everything.