Overlord Battle Maids Novels & Stories

A sign leaned at the gate: "To Be Auctioned – Palace Grounds, Three Weeks" “It was kind of the Queen to give you this land,” Amber murmured. “Too bad she had to take it back.” “It hurt,” Miriam said softly. “But I don’t blame her. I think her hands were tied. I’m just grateful we’re both free now.” “Me too, Mother.” The sound of hoofbeats interrupted their quiet moment. A group of five soldiers approached, Arnold at the lead. They reined in near the women, and Arnold’s cold voice carried across the distance.

Her eyes narrowed, making it painfully clear she had no interest in whatever I might say. I swallowed hard, fighting the tremor in my throat, and met her gaze with pleading eyes. “Ma’am, please,” I begged, my voice soft yet urgent with sincerity. “Before you close the door, I implore you—give me just one chance to make it up to you, to earn my way back into your good graces and claim even the smallest place in your heart. I am willing to follow your every desire, no matter what it may be. Only please, do not ruin my reputation or my dignity. I am nothing more than a humble maid who dreams of a peaceful life. Tell me what you want from me, and I will obey without hesitation or complaint.”

I'm tired of getting things for you, because mine always turns out bad Then he smiled, but his family laughed Belinda: thank you so much daddy. I love you Derek: thanks dad Lady Abbie : as a matter of fact, I got a call from Jessica and she said the service school enrolled new maids today and will train them for a month or two. When they graduate, I'll tell her to send me the best of them. So they'll work for you. Is that okay? Belinda: a month or two? That's still far

To any sensible person or living creature, the sound of the name of the Overlord was enough to give nightmares. No one dared challenge the greatest warrior both politically, physically and financially. And even otherwise! But then, I was not normal. “Where are we?” I asked the maid, who led me through a maze of winding passages. One could definitely get lost here, I mused as the maid walked on briskly without a word dropping from her lips. "We are here, Miss Hatherleigh!” The maid announced with a bow as we got to an ornately carved oak door.

The Overlord abhorred it with every fiber of his being, a fact he made known at all times—not with his words but with his actions. My eyes fell on a particularly lean maid who had joined us just a little over a week ago. She could be no older than eighteen years, but the light had already left her eyes. Like the rest of us, she was not allowed to laugh, but for her, the Overlord had made sure it was permanent. He had taken her tongue. But she had been lucky—he could have slit her throat. It wouldn’t have been the first time. He said it was to instill discipline and curb gossip, but I knew well why a narcissistic bastard like him would ensure to isolate us, even though we were all together. T

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"

“Be careful, what if someone goes to tell her?” Zelda laughed “No one will do that. That is our code. We maids stand by each other. The ones who stay behind do it willingly, since he settles them handsomely with money and gifts. But still I want us to hurry. The days he meets plenty maids here, he makes his pick. You can see everyone is hurrying up” The maids sent her a nod here and there and began to file out. Zelda began sponging her before she even had the chance to remove her soiled clothes.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and other things. I put on my outfit, and I head to the kitchen. Oh, I am telling you my story but I forgot to introduce myself, how rude. So anyway, my name is Ilayda, I'm a maid, I've been working as a housemaid for 3 years now and I'm 20 years old. I am working for The Elfonso family they are good people, weird but they treat me well, I guess? Nevertheless, I think it is all I need. I am working for Mr. and Mrs. Elfonso, they are rather a funny old couple but they're not too old though, and however, they act weird sometimes. There is also their daughter Maribelle or Belle for short, she supposedly lives here, but we rarely see her. You know that gir

After she cleaned the toilet she exited then her madam set another task to her "Bella, go to sala and get the envelope in the table, then hand it to Lance. He needs it. Hurry up, just gave it to him and leave immediately!" "Yes, madam" she bowed and leave Madam Min smirked "what a trash! How did I ever had a trashy maid" she thought, she regretted employing her. Bella took the envelope and went to the study room. Knock! Knock! Knock! After knocking, the door open. Anna appeared at the door. Anna glared at Belle... Anna is annoyed seeing her. "What are you doing here?" "Madam told me to hand over these to sir Lance"