Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

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.

Gulping down as she heard her stomach rumbling from hunger, she continued her journey through the stairway until she got to the end. Olivia was stunned to see the four maids still waiting patiently for her. She instantly felt remorseful. "Oh my, I wasn't expecting you all to still be awake. Please get going; I'll do these things myself." She mumbled, but they remained rooted in the same position. "Sorry, Madamé, but this is Sir's order. We cannot leave you alone on the first floor." It was Titania, the oldest among the maids, who spoke up.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

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.”

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

But the absence of other maids made me wonder even more. "Excuse me, ma'am," I finally mustered the courage to ask, "where are the other maids?" The woman's expression softened slightly, and she sighed. "There used to be many, but they couldn't handle the demands of this place. Some left voluntarily, while others... well, let's just say they didn't have a choice." I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I remained determined. "I understand the challenges, but I won't let that deter me. I'm here to work hard and make a difference."