Order Of The Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

Alone in the quiet mansion, I took a deep breath, knowing I had to find strength somewhere—whether from new friends, hidden talents, or something deep inside me. The battle with Xavier was just beginning. The head maid appeared at the doorway, her voice sharp and no-nonsense. “You’re late,the gardens need tending, and the silver must be polished before dinner. No time to waste.” She said and moved briskly, already gathering cleaning clothes and gloves. “Hurry up, or you’ll be behind on every chore today.” I nodded reluctantly, dropping my books and following quickly, my mind still tangled with thoughts of Xavier but knowing I had no choice but to obey.

Selina's POV. "Move faster, you sluggish little thing!" The chief maid growled at me, roughly poking me at the back as we proceeded towards the Beta Nicholas's house, with a few of the other selected house maids, like myself. It was the third day of the week, and ofcourse cleaning up the pack's Alpha and Beta's houses was a task never to be skipped. Despite the hose mistress's vile words, I was extremely overjoyed to be picked among the bunch of maids to clean up Beta Nicholas's house instead of the Alpha's house.

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.

I still didn't have any idea why Alexei had saved me multiple times, and there had been no sign of aggression or inappropriate behavior since I became his personal maid, excluding the rough start we had on the first day. I knocked on the door, announced my arrival, and began my work. But I quickly noticed that everything was as well organized as the last time I cleaned. The items in the small drawer beside his bed were neatly arranged, and the floor seemed almost spotless with no signs of dust or dirty footprints, unlike the other rogues' rooms Anya and the rest of the omegas have to clean. What surprised me the most, though, was that the leader of the filthy rogues was holding a book.

With a sly glint in her eye, Chyntia said, “I have some chores for you before you head out to pick up rides, Stefan.” “What chores, Mom? I’m ready whenever you are.” “The plates, glasses, pans—hurry up and wash all those dirty dishes!” “Yes, Mom. I’ll get right on it.” Stefan promptly headed to the kitchen. He didn't miss a single item, leaving everything spotless and sparkling. Chyntia called over her husband and three children. “We have a new housemaid now,” Chyntia said with a beaming face. “Wash them thoroughly!” Luchy ordered.

Not against someone who had spent so long preparing. He entered the hallway. The doors closed behind him. For a moment, he simply stood there. He breathed slowly. Then his phone buzzed. Julian pulled it from his pocket. Unknown number. No name. No contact information. Just a message. He opened it. Tell your housekeeper to be careful. Marcus isn't the only one watching her. Julian stopped walking. He read it again. Then again. His chest tightened. Marcus isn't the only one watching her. The hallway suddenly felt different.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

the maid asked. "Please go to my study room, take three novels with different titles there." Celeste ordered. And the maid nodded her head. * It took ten minutes for the maid to come down from Celeste's study room and give the three novels to the woman. "A pen and paper, please." Celeste added. The servant walked to a nearby room. "Young lady, here's your order." said the servant taking Celeste's order again. "Thank you." replied Celeste with a friendly face. And the servant felt her cheeks turn red. She rarely interacted with this Young Mistress Willes, and Celeste was indeed like an angel, which made people always fall in love with her.

While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house. Even though none of the girls living in the mansion has seen Mr Ho up close, the only thing they’re familiar with is his voice, side views and really loud intimate sessions his friends have with girls brought from the Harem. Desire picked up the love letter in front of the mirror stand and smiled at the memory of Chang, the guy who had been secretly sending her love letters after they had met on her first day out of the mansion. She’ll be thrilled to see him again. It has been six years and eleven months since Desire was brought into the house and a month to her becoming a

The chauffeur started the engine smoothly, pulling the car out into the quiet street. As they drove through the streets, Nicole engaged the maid in conversation, learning her name was Mandy. She listened intently as Mandy explained that the maids in the Harrison household had served the family for generations—her parents, grandparents, had all served the family. It was a legacy of unwavering loyalty, a fact Nicole found remarkable. They were like family to the Harrisons, yet they maintained clear boundaries and respect, understanding their place in the household. Nicole noted this piece of information, impressed by the rich history and the sense of respect that ran through the household.