Personal Maid Novels & Stories

There was a knock on the bedroom door. I raised my head from my phone. "Come in." The doorknob turned then the door was pushed inwards. A petite redhead with hazel eyes strolled in and sauntered to me. "Good afternoon. I'm Faith Daniel, your personal maid." She introduced herself with a polite bow of her head. "Oh…" I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "Why do I need a personal Maid?" She wore an angelic smile that made me love her immediately. "To help you out with anything you'd need, help you out with your dress, your hair, everything. We can be friends too." She winked.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

Emily said jokingly. “No girly,I have a job offer for you” Sandra replied at the other end. Sandra proceeded to tell Emily her boss was looking for a maid,and she fits the criteria he gave her. At first Emily thought she didn’t hear her clearly,but Sandra repeated it. “ A maid?”, that was all Emily could say,She was angry,is this the good news she said she has for her?She thought “Yes a maid,but your job wouldn’t take much and you’ll get to live in his mansion with him, the pay is 6000$ per month Sandra said over the phone”.

Someone approached her. Da Kyung turned her head, to the owner of the timid voice. Beside her, there's standing a female, not older than twenty years old, wearing a full set of maid uniforms. The female averted her eyes when she found her mistress is staring at her unblinkingly. "Who are you?" Da Kyung blurted out. The female is flustered due to her sudden question. "I am Melissa. Your personal maid." "Maid? Since when I need a maid to manage myself?" Da Kyung's nose scrunched in wonder. Her family, although not wealthy enough compared to Ryan's family, her parent can fulfill her daily necessities and wishes without hassle. "What do you want?"

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

I hadn’t spoken to her before, but I’d seen her working around Khalid—one of his personal, non-Omega servants. She was a little shorter than me, maybe a few years older. Full red lips, smooth skin under heavy makeup, and long brown hair that spilled down her back—completely unnecessary for a worker. She wore a fitted black suit, looking more like a guest than staff. “I’m your new Chief Maid,” she said, stepping inside uninvited. Her eyes scanned the room, brows slightly raised like something wasn’t up to her standard. “Lord Khalid told you I was coming, I assume?”

The night of being paraded around like a prized possession, another performance for Dante's entertainment. "Here we are, Miss Elena," the maid said with a polite curtsy, her voice smooth but lacking any real warmth. She was trained, efficient, and above all, obedient. I knew that her role in this place was one of duty and subjugation, not friendship. Her eyes, a pale shade of blue, never quite met mine, always lowered in deference. The starched collar of her uniform seemed to dig into her neck, a physical reminder of her place in this household's strict hierarchy. I nodded curtly, stepping into the room and allowing the maid to follow me.