Pink Maids Novels & Stories

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

the butler said. Damian dismissed him and continued his work. After a few hours, Amelia woke up from her nap. After sitting up, she notices two girls dressed in a maid uniform, one who looks matured and the other one seems like the same age as her. "You're awake, madam?" The black-haired one said. "Who are you?" Amelia asks. "Oh right. We hadn't introduced ourselves" the brown-haired one said "My name is Helga, young madam. And this one is Maisy. We were chosen to be the young madam's maids" the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her.

She may not have spoken the words out loud but her face said something about the others being fake. Mae Darkthorn. Silas Darkthorn's first wife. People referred to her as Madam Chief. She had a huge disgust for maids because her maids coveted her husband and he made them his wives right under her nose. News had it that Silas Darkthorn indeed respected and valued her more than the other wives and never clipped her wings. Mae never appeared in magazines or newspapers. You won't see her. Not one single picture of her. Because she made it so. The truth was that she was not just married to a powerful husband but her family was equally powerful.

A maid? "I trust you. Well, she is all yours." Julio said, walking away with the other man. "Thank you, sir." Miss Parker said. Tears approached my eyes as I stared at Julio, walking away. A maid? Is that.... "The name?" Miss Parker caught my attention. She looks mean. "Ma..Malia," I couldn't help but stutter. "Malia. You heard him, I am Miss Parker. Head of the Rossi's household workers and welfare." She explained in a jiffy.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

I asked. "Oh, good morning Emma, this is Hannah and she's the new maid Mr. Hollen hired." Halley turned to Hannah and gave a smile. She had a tanned skin tone, slightly darker than Halley's skin. She had jet black, cut in a short bob at the back of her neck, and bangs. Her eyes were hazel and bright. Her nose was straight and her lips were small, which went well with her narrow face. "New maid?" I asked, as if Halley had just stuttered.

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

the maid bowed a little, replying. Prince Reagan turned towards the direction of his father's chambers and started heading there fast. His eyes fell on a lady in blue and black strapless gown with a mask. "Just the right dress," he groaned before reaching out to her as she was about opening the door and entering. Weird that there are no guards standing around the king's door. Knowing fully well that the person behind the mask is Pink. He held her around her arm strongly and started pulling her away ignoring her struggles. He got to a room he knows will be empty and kicked the door open.

EMMALAINE The maid knelt before me, her trembling fingers carefully brushing over my ankle as she cleaned away the dried stain from my skin. Her hands were clumsy, too slow for my liking. “Not that color,” I snapped impatiently, glaring down at the tray of polish beside her. “The red one, not this dull thing. Do I look like someone who wears peasant pink?” The maid flinched. “I—I’m sorry, my lady.” Before she could finish, the door burst open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall.

Three maids helped her put the lustrous gown on, the deep red colour complementing her skin tone perfectly, and her figure looking desirable. When she saw herself in the mirror for the first time, she couldn't believe that the reflection was actually her! She certainly looked like a new and improved version of herself. The maids looked exhausted after they had finished, which Faith thought was probably right since they had spent hours scrubbing and painting her skin. She wondered how Hope looked since she was getting ready in the room next door, and what the future held for them both, when there was a knock on the door. One of the maids (Monae), opened the door, and Faith was surprised to se