Order Of The Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

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.

Zoe stepped back. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest. It looked almost like she was using them as a shield. "You should see this, then," she said. She nodded toward the notebook on her desk. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Before you decide whether you believe me." Julian stepped inside. The room was small. Nothing like the large rooms he was used to. The only light came from the candle burning on the desk. The flame moved gently, making shadows dance across the walls. Julian looked at the notebook.

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.

They didn’t belong here, and I was going to remind them of that. "Everyone!" I called out, raising my voice for the entire hall to hear. The chattering guests went silent, their attention drawn to me. Perfect. I had their full attention now. "Do you see this boy?" I pointed at Charles, my finger trembling with anger. "This little omega brat has already shown what kind of family he comes from. He stole my shoes last month! Can you imagine? A thief, just like his worthless mother!" I could see the shock on their faces when they heard what I said about Charles. They murmur as they turned their gaze toward Jolie and her son. I smirked, enjoying the moment, knowing I had them right where I wanted

Izora felt the eyes of the mansion itself watching her as they passed golden mirrors and huge oil pictures of men in dark suits with eyes like Kaiser's. Their arrival found them in a peaceful study room with soft, navy-blue walls and books. One large window let sunlight flood the centre polished wood table. The air smells vaguely of new flowers, aged paper, and cologne she had started to link with power. The maid moved for her to sit. Izora watched. Before her was a neatly bound leather book. The cover page is Household Protocols. "You are expected to completely abide by these guidelines," the maid remarked quietly. “Otherwise, there are consequences.”