Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

e addresses the ladies of his family, "Do you guys mind if I steal my fiancée for a while?" Both Lora and Scarlet force a smile as Dominic and Elizabeth turn to walk away. As they move away, Lora and Scarlet continue whispering until Mrs. Johnson passes by. Lora seizes the opportunity to inquire, "Do you happen to know Elizabeth?" Mrs. Johnson takes a deep breath, prepared to reveal the truth. "Yes, she has been hired as a maid at the chalet." Scarlet and Lora stand astonished, exchanging horrified looks. The revelation shatters their assumptions and raises questions about Elizabeth's true identity and her relationship with Dominic.

Miranda explained. Onora nodded, repeating the words slowly so she wouldn’t stutter when punishing the maids for their crime—for mocking a maid just like them. They entered a room filled with maids. “Good morning, my lady,” they bowed, their voices filled with respect. “Start,” Onora said. Miranda pointed at a maid with her index finger. “On your knees till I free you,” Onora commanded, her voice cold. “Please… what is my offense?” the maid asked. She dared ask.

They never cease to amaze me with their wickedness! 'There is one thing I do not understand', a guard noted. 'Where were the maids when all this was taking place? Were they not supposed to be in the kitchen?' 'The perpetrators must have asked them to take the day off or hypnotized them into leaving their duty posts. They are witches afterall', Millicent said, regretting ever consenting to this marriage. 'Bring in the maids', Alpha King Sylvester ordered. Two shivering maids were brought in.

seasonings are. Why did the Alpha choose to punish me like this! You all are useless!" Dina lamented, insulting and complaining about the three maids in the kitchen with us. The situation wasn't making sense until I took a sneak peek at the three maids in the kitchen. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the supposed old maids weren't old at all. In fact, they look too young to be chefs or kitchen maids. I wanted to ask questions but I figured I would know if I listen closely to Dina's tirade. It was only a matter of time before she spewed everything I needed to know. And I was right but the problem is, if I had listened to the other maid's gossip I wouldn't have had to pretend that my leg

Two maids stepped forward, keeping their heads bowed. " Good morning, your majesty. My name is Olivia and I would be serving you from now onwards!" She announced, her voice bubbly. Maya nodded, a gentle smile on her face before turning to the next one. "My name is Claire and I would serving from now onwards." The second replied. She seemed a lot calmer, her expression soft. " Then I would be in your care." Maya replied somewhat stiffly. She didn't like the idea of maids following her around since she didn't have a good experience with them but it's not like she can refuse them anyway. Besides, this isn't her kingdom and duty demands it.

A maid had come with food. “Good morning, ma'am. Your breakfast,” the maid said. Olive blinked repeatedly at the food, the maid and the now shut door. She nodded and the maid walked to the small table to drop the tray. A knack by Olive on her neck after dropping the tray, rendered her unconscious and she fell to the floor.

We slowed. A group of maids stood near the washing troughs, buckets and brushes in hand. At the center of them was Veronica the former mistress of the pack now drenched in dirty water, scrubbing the floor with trembling hands. Her maid, was on the other side of the yard, equally humiliated. The head maid, a large woman named Doris, stood over them with a wooden bucket in her hand. “You missed a spot,” she barked, then tipped the bucket, splashing another wave of water across the stones — and over Veronica’s dress.

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses. I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in. "Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last night to let you know how we do things around here," Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast. "Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're

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.

“Eighteen? Are you sure?" “Yes ma’am” “Will you be able to work here as an housemaid?”She asked. “Err..ma’am, actually it's my first time, I guess I will just try my best” I replied scratching my head as if it was itching. “You wanna try your best?I thought you were a professional”Mrs Benson said. I was dumbfounded. I mean, How dare she? How could she expect me to be a professional in a job that is more or less a slave?