Pink Maids Novels & Stories

Clara smiles, as she points to the other woman, “and this is Marta. We are your handmaids.” Marta is the tall and statuesque with jet-black hair pulled into a severe bun. Clara is shorter and more petite with soft, honey-blonde hair cascading in gentle waves, offers a small, kind smile. “Miss please undress and step in the tub,” Marta firmly says.

“Don’t say anything about your master behind their back. That’s not good. Besides, they’re married. Just cover your ears.” The second maid quickly dragged her friend away from Aidan’s bedroom. The next morning, Malikha left Aidan’s room early as usual, intending to clean the apartment and prepare breakfast. But the moment she stepped outside, she froze in surprise. The entire apartment was already spotless. One maid bowed respectfully toward her, while another was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Malikha asked in confusion. The maids immediately stood before her and introduced themselves politely. “My name is Eva, and this is my friend Jessica. We are Mr. Aidan Caesar’

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

Mia responded. Mia eyed the dress in the maid's hands. There were shiny silver jewelries used to design the dress and it was peach pink and the material looked very soft. She seemed to have regretted her actions but she quickly recovered from the thought. She didn't want to be bossed around by either Aaron or Miram. The maid sighed, "if that is what you want but I hope that I don't get into trouble for doing this." "You won't." Few minutes later, Mia was dressed in a plain forest green dress. There were no shiny ornaments that were used to decorate the dress this time but it got Mia perfectly.

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion. Maids in bronze and silver stay at a small house at the opposite end of the mansion’s huge backyard. It took me thirty minutes before reaching the place. The house was a bungalow type but with a basement. The bronze maids stay at the basement while the silver maids stay at the ground floor. The design of both spaces are identical. Both basement and ground floor have a wide bedroom space with fifteen double deck beds and a common shower and wash rooms that resemble to that of military base. Each maid have three uniforms in accordance to the color they are in, same color,

he gestured towards Dylan, “walking into the room, pretending to be the chief Beta of the princess. And I know that you paid him to act like he was the real chief Beta, but I’m not buying it. He’s nothing but a fake, a paid actor.” My expression remained calm, but a hint of anger flickered in my eyes. “How dare you, Paul,” I said, my voice steady. But Paul cut me off, his words spilling out in a torrent. “Don’t try to deny it; I know what’s going on here. You’re trying to play a nice little game, but I see right through it. You’re not the real princess; you’re just a weak omega, a maid. You’re pretending to be something you’re not, and I won’t let you get away with it.”

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream. “Harper Holmes?” she said

Each one was some shade of red, blending together in my tired eyes. “Why not try a different color?” I asked lazily. “Dress code,” Maura replied, wrestling with a stubborn zipper. “All women in red.” Strange rules. But remembering the décor, I exhaled in relief. Better red—the color of passion—than pink. Maura chose a floor-length silk gown the color of ripe cherries. I had to admit, it suited her beautifully. At my approving nod, she purchased it. Exhausted, we returned home. After lunch—during which I nearly fell asleep at the table—I went straight to the bedroom. The moment my head touched the pillow, I drifted off.