Personal Maid Novels & Stories

I engrossingly stared at nearly all that were present in the living room not until i mistakenly hit an arm chair and fell down on it. I have totally forgotten that Mrs Benson is here with me. “Sit”Mrs Benson ordered. She couldn't even say Sorry. It's My fault anyways I quickily sat on that same chair that I tripped on. “You’re here to work as an housemaid right?”She asked me. “Yes ma’am”I replied trying to avoid eye-contact with the woman. “How old are you?” Mrs Benson asked. “I’m eighteen ma’am” “Eighteen? Are you sure?"

She had a pointed nose, pretty lips, and deep blue eyes. She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Who are you? What are you doing here? And why are you trying to enter that room?” She crossed her arms and waited for my reply. I cleared my throat. “Good afternoon, Miss. My name is Emily Jones, and I’m the new personal maid to Grandma Susan,” I said as respectfully as I could.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

She definitely didn't want any maid to underestimate her anymore. Shaking, the maid moved to her in fear and bowed her head a bit. "Yes ma'am" "Take me to my room" Lisa requested. She felt different and unhappy seeing the maid shivering in fear. "But ma'am, servants aren't allowed in the first floor...Except those assigned to clean there" the maid replied respectfully, her fear not wavering. Lisa examined her. She is young with a petite body and black hair which was packed in a bun. Her in the maid uniform made her look smaller. Lisa roughly guessed her to be below eighteen years of age

The head maid asked looking at the other maids in the room for an answer. "I told her. she said she was not hungry." The girl Liz, replied looking back at the woman. "She is not hungry?" The woman said laughing and repeating the word again as if to stick the word to her brain. "Do we have a new girl?" A girl named Helen asked looking at the woman. She's the head's maid assistant and a maid to the queen, she also sometimes follow the head maid to serve the king. "Yes. A new maid to the king, can you believe that?" she said smiling. "She was brought here by Mr Travis to be a maid to the king."

I couldn't be comfortable in enemy territory. I took a shower and when I came out, a pretty brown haired girl was standing in the room awaiting my arrival. I flinched when I saw her but she simply gave a poise bow. "Good morning Mrs Clawson. I am Janet. I will be your personal maid as from today onwards. Young Master Clawson has instructed that I accompany you wherever and whenever you desire to go on outings and whenever you desire leisure. I am also to assist you in all your activities. In a word, you are free to leave everything to me"

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the phone on the side table rang. She picked it up calmly, pressing it to her ear. “Yes, hello?” Her voice was soft but laced with intrigue. “Mrs. Brittany, I just wanted to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered his room. You’ll receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning,” the man on the other end replied in a cold, professional tone.

“Is everyone going to be there?” Lyla’s POV “This is your room,” the young maid said, bowing her head slightly. “Master Horace has asked for me to be your personal maid, if you need anything, you can just call me.” I swallowed and nodded, stepping into the room. “What's your name?” “Marionette,” she replied, smiling. “It's been a while since we had guests. Would you like a bath?” When last had I had a bath? “I suppose so,” I shrugged. None of my bags was with me, instead they were stuck in the car boot downstairs. “I don't have anything to wear,” I murmured.

"How do you expect the Vellamontes to hire you as a maid after that ridiculous street drama you and Lyka pulled earlier?! You two looked like you were filming a soap opera in the middle of the road! I thought you were our lucky chance—especially now that we need money for your father’s and brother’s treatments!" "Oh, come on, Mom, don’t lose hope!" Roxane chirped. "If Lyka’s got the guts to block cars, I’ve got the charm! With all the girls trying to get noticed at the gates of that mansion, I think I’m the only one with the real X-factor. Besides, Mom, they’re hiring thirty maids! Who knows? Maybe I’ll get the job of ‘toilet tissue arranger’—it’s still work!" Her mother sighed but couldn’t

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.