Overlord Maids Novels & Stories

"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.

She looked towards the young maid and smiled. "Thank you so much, but I'm really confused now," Judy expressed her feelings honestly and bravely. "Why? Were you kidnapped by someone to be here?" She asked in a humorous tone. Judy's face changed color as she remembered the last conversation she had with Henry. "I..." She was hesitating to speak about it. "Okay okay, I understand that you are staying here without any interest," she said. "What is this place," Judy asked her. "You are in one of the mansions owned by one of the top ten businessmen of our country, Mr. John Brand. You are one of his maids now," she told patiently.

“My darling Mira, If you are reading this, it means you have survived. It means you have taken the crown. It means you have become the Queen I always knew you could be. Do not grieve for me. I am at peace. I am with your father, watching over you from the stars. But do not stop, my love. Do not rest. The war is far from over. The Council is not just a regime—it is a disease. And diseases must be eradicated. I have faith in you. I have always had faith in you. Wear the crown with pride. Fight with fury. And never, ever forget that you are the daughter of the Primordial bloodline. You are the storm. And the storm will break them all. I love you, Mother.” I stared at the letter, tears streaming

“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?

screamed Madam Queenie Qamra, having really gone off her head, being really and really rebellious under the obstruction from some of her maids. Madam Queenie Qamra swung her wood wand to the maids surrounding her. Her maids screamed to the top of their terrors and fell off to the garden ground. Feeling the terrible and horrifying pain on their stomachs and chests, the maids couldn’t stand in their full balance again. “Run away, Mr. Erito!” shouted the maids lying helplessly on the ground. “Run away! Run away, Mr. Erito!” shouted the other maids.

“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.

"Here is the rod." The maid said, giving the rod to Helen. Helen took the rod from her, she looked at the girl crying on the floor and said. "Hold her." Two maids came forward and held Liz, who was still begging. Eva and Ivy also tried to stop Helen by begging her, but she did not listen. "If anyone tries to stop me, I'll make sure I beat each and every one of you." She screamed at them. Ever since the girls have been working in the kitchen and not taking care of the prince as usual, Helen has made up her mind to treat them badly. As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores.