Overlord Battle Maids Novels & Stories

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.

I turned to the chefs, and they shifted uncomfortably, "it could be the butlers, or it could even be a maid with a catchy name." I paused for a beat. "Today." I smiled at Ophelia. "That's you." -You want crazy, I'll give you crazy.- "Hold her," I instructed the other maids, and they did, causing Ophelia to begin fighting against them. "Let me go! Let me go! I- I'm one of you! Thi-s this isn't right!!" she yelled, but the maids turned their face away, too scared to do anything for her. Too scared to oppose the master of the house, because, unlike Vivanna's time, they did not have a big enough reason to risk their lives.

Maia flipped her hair lazily and smiled. "Ollie, I will be your mummy soon. Are you happy?" "No, you are not my mummy! I only have one mummy, and that is Aunt Catelyn!" Ollie looked past her into the room. The door was left ajar. Ollie pursed his lips, not caring about his lost slipper, and immediately dashed into the room. Maia was shocked. She pulled the door as though trying to cover something up.

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.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

He firmly added as there was a round of applause in the room. Someone else would have found an excuse not to work. The person would have used their current state as an excuse, but Alejandro wasn't going to do that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mama," Maía said her first word. “Aaaw, she just said mama." Zendaya gushed as Maía repeated it. “Baby," Zendaya added carrying her and twirling her around. "Mama missed you baby." She pinched her chubby cheeks. “Welcome, Ma'am." Avana greeted taking her back upstairs.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Especially when they couldn't get what they wanted from her. The Swan family had no power to stop them for these people themselves were also from noble families. These what made Madeline enraged more. Imagining inviting her enemies in shadows in her birthday was absolutely ridiculous. Madeline heaved a sigh waiting for them to enter. When the door swung open, ten ladies of their age came in frowning. "What the h*ck? Mad, your penthouse is so hard to find!" Carol, her number one enemy and the leader of her little evil platoon, whined.

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

The room descends into an eerie silence, broken only by the muffled sound of her racing heartbeat and the distant rumble of thunder outside. Elizabeth's mind races, desperately trying to comprehend the danger that now surrounds her. Fear intertwines with a glimmer of defiance as she musters her strength, preparing to face the unknown assailant and fight for her survival. In the dimly lit room, the maid's heart pounds in her chest, its rhythm matching the rapid pace of her breath. “Mmm, you smell good, mama -”