Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

"Your uniforms. You'll get three rotate them for laundry. Mrs. Chen is super strict about appearance, so make sure everything is always pressed and perfect." Aria unzipped the bag and pulled out the uniform. Classic maid attire black dress with white trim, modest neckline, hem that hit just below the knee. Professional. Anonymous. Exactly what she needed. She changed quickly while Lucy kept up her commentary. "So the main thing you need to know is that there are like, unofficial rules on top of the official ones. Like, never go to the third floor unless Mr. Blackwood specifically asks for you that's his private space and he's really weird about it. And don't let James catch you breaking any

"Daddy, I love this one," my daughter Amelia said. She thrust the application into my hand. We have been looking for maid to take care of household needs for months. Hundreds of applications entered online, many were interested because of the large salary offered. Anita is Mom's employee, who sorts them out and there are fifteen candidates left. That pile of files has been on my desk for a week without me having chance to touch it. I don't have time.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

Who chopped these salads? Shouted Magdalena the oldest maid of the Johnson family. Its not me.. It's not me either. The two maids denied right away.Magadalena's face twisted with anger. It must be that Rim then. I wonder what l have to do for that girl to do things right. What kind of a girl is she? . How can one fail to chop tomatoes well.See how all salaads look like they are being chopped for animals. Oh God give me patience. Give me patience to deal with this girl.

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

I soon heard voices coming from the living room, those voices getting louder upon me drawing nearer. There the rest of the maids were gathered, all engrossed in a conversation, while their voices filled the area. They sure had taken no notice of my form lingering by the corner, while their utterances travelled to my ears. "I'm not happy with that new girl joining us" "Our pay could be reduced all cause of her" I heard Kate say. "Why do you say that? The girl is but a child" The older woman spoke. Mary is her name, if I'm not mistaken.

As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores. Eve who was still preparing the tea did not even talk, not to talk of interfering, but she was a bit angry that Helen was about to flog a maid even though all of them are equal, whether the head or normal maid, they're just maids to her. Helen raised the rod up and hit her hard on her back, making the girl cry in pain. Liz tried to wriggle out of the maids grip, but they were too strong on her. Hearing the sound of her cry after the second hit, Eve dropped the kettle and looked towards their side. She did not want to step in, but she couldn't lie to the fact that she doesn't want the girl to get beaten by Helen.

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

“What’s your favorite dessert?” As she spoke, I had already made a mental note to wear the cologne I had in more often, she seemed to like it a lot. “Favorite dessert,” I repeated those words and raised an eyebrow, stiffening a bit as soon as the maids came in bearing the lunch I had ordered prepared beforehand. They kept their heads bowed, their eyes away from Keira and from me, as they were meant to. Still, I never quite overlooked them. Maids, just like guards, were a part of most wealthy households but easily overlooked. Anyone who wasn't careful could easily find their homes riddled with spies.

Allow me to mention that the chief maid had nothing to say to me. Loretta’s face turned red with anger. “How could they be so cruel?” I shrugged, trying to keep my emotions in check. “It’s the hierarchy. Omega maids are the lowest of the low. There’s no one to stand up for us.” “Tell us more,” Lydia urged gently.