Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

The baby shoes Claire had prepared were carelessly thrown on the floor, and her belongings had been torn apart and scattered everywhere. Waverly stood in the living room directing construction workers to remove everything from Claire's room. My blood ran cold with fury as I rushed forward. "Stop! What are you doing? Stop this right now!" Waverly's eyes held an air of indifference, and she smiled with smug confidence. "Stella, Martin told me to decorate according to my own taste. He said I could do whatever I wanted."

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"

She sat hunched on the floor, and most of the maids in the laundry room were around her trying to cheer her up. “Do you know what has happened?” I whispered to Tara, as I squeezed my dress tightly. I wasn't used to doing laundry, but I tried to observe the rest of the girls and mimic their actions. “Well, all those girls have been on personal duty,” Tara replied conspiratorially. “For who?” I asked curiously. It wasn't unusual for the maids to lament about whoever they had on personal duty. Like I knew the wife of Duke Ferrah, had a thing for spluriging on cakes and throwing them up for her personal maids to clean.

" Richard inquired, recognizing his boss's attempt to protect her, even though he doubted the true intentions behind it. "Yes, yes," Rowan replied hastily, realizing the unfolding situation. The word "maid" seemed to linger in her mind as she forced a somewhat foolish smile. "Ohhhh! Babe, is she the new maid you recently hired? I haven't seen her before," Flora chimed in.

He looked around his house and it was still in the same state it’s been since the death of Kate. By now he knew it was time to get a maid. After much contemplation and brooding over it over and over Marcus knew his decision of getting a maid is actually a right one.Fearing the unknown,Marcus reluctantly decided to advertise for the position, he picked up his phone and pulled a call through to the Manager of his company,Sandra. Sandra has been working with Marcus for six years and by now she handles the company efficiently even in Marcus’s absence. “I trust she’ll do this right”,he said silently to himself.

You will assume all my duties and responsibilities here in the mansion" she enumerated her role and I listened eagerly. I learned that she was more like an overseer/supervisor than a house keeper, she kept things in order and made sure everyone does their jobs perfectly. "You have to be strict and authoritative, so everyone will follow your orders, not Everyone will listen to you, some are hard headed like Connor the driver". "Well, I will take that as a challenge.Noted Calliope." "Remember to address me as miss Chloros in front of Mr Knights, he doesn't address his staff by their first name

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”

I thought adapting to this new life was going to be hard but everytime I think about leaving this place as soon as possible, the thought of being at my best behaviour surfaces, so I just need to try. The estate ran like a machine, everyone had a role, everyone knew their place and from the moment I put on that uniform the night before, mine had been made very clear. I was nobody here. A woman named Mrs Matilda ran the domestic staff. Short, sharp eyes, the kind of woman who could find a speck of dust from across a room and make you feel personally responsible for its existence. She handed me a schedule at six in the morning without a word of greeting. "You're on floors and the west wing toda

VAELORA didn't expect these much maids would assemble. They were over a hundred of them. Though, the House of Veylor was a large empire. It housed over thirty High Lords and Ladies, so the number of maids working there, seemed quite reasonable. "Luna, I have gathered them all." Danika; the Chief maid over the House of Veylor, whispered to Vaelora. She was a middle aged woman that still managed to look extremely younger. Werewolf genes aside, she had a great look.

Instead, she clapped her hands, summoning one of the maids. A young woman hurried over, her head bowed, facing Madam Olivia. “Yes, ma’am?” “Get her a new maid uniform from the ones in my quarters. Make sure it fits her well.” Madam Olivia ordered, sneering at me. “We don’t want an oversized that’ll make her lag during cleaning sessions.” The maid nodded quickly and hurried away, leaving me frozen on the spot. As soon as Madam Olivia left, I turned to Hazel in disbelief. “Really? A maid? You’re joking, right?!” My voice was barely restrained.