Pink Maids Novels & Stories

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.

she gasped, “There must be someone else who wears the same perfume as I do—” Westin raised a brow, “But you said it yourself and I quote ‘the one and only kind in the whole world.’” Priya’s breath became shallow, “M—My maids! Sometimes I share my perfume with my maids—” “But that makes no sense.” Rivena joined the conversation and said, “Even if you are a really, really nice master who shares perfume with your maids, a maid doesn’t have that much money to hire a group of mercenaries. 20 grands of commission f*e? That is more than a maid can earn in a year!”

The door creaked open as the woman dressed in her maid outfit came in with a tray of beauty and skin care products. “Miss Adams, the young master has requested you wear this for today's audition.” Sharon, who had a bright smile, beamed as she kicked open the door and strode into her room. She dropped the newest edition of Duli on her and sat down. Her hand touched Paige's legs, and she shivered at the hot temperature her young miss had. “You okay? Your body is quite hot. "Did you just have a nightmare?” Sharon waved her right palm in front of her eyes, yet Paige did not seem to come out of her unending daze! “Miss?”

Madam Marilyn replied, “There are sixteen maids, four bodyguards, and two drivers who make up a total of twenty-two people, so there are a total of twenty-three people including me.” Vera asked in surprise, “There are so many maids here?” “Yes.” Madam Marilyn replied, “There are four maids responsible for washing and cooking, eight maids responsible for sanitation and maintenance, and four maids who are responsible for gardening. However, some of them are more flexible and can be temporarily deployed if there is any need.” Vera asked again, “Where are these maids from?” Madam Marilyn said, “They are all from Malaysia and were carefully selected from among the maids at home when I came here.”

Michaels' Mansion... "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not!" Her little surroundings had been covered with little pink petals but she had no plan of stopping from mercilessly pulling each one of them from their connections. If only these poor flowers could speak, they would scream onto her face, "Don't vent your st*pidity on us!" "You DO know that those pink rain lilies are Madam Lauren's favorite?" when suddenly her guardian angel from earth snapped her messy thoughts and brought her back to reality... again.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

"Clyde and Vince are coming, they have our lunch boxes. You know, we can't be seen together. I need to protect them. When I'm outside I need to wear mask. Thankfully, here, there is privacy." "Dad, could you give me a dream?" I laughed. "Give me advice or something. You know this...this woman, she's so fragile. She never let out her true feelings to anyone. I thought maybe, she is afraid. Afraid to, to see her weak side and could be make people take advantage of her. I know she is a good person. Maids and guards told they were always scold, shouted. But I asked her father how's the salary of every maids and guards. He answered that Everleigh always tell him to raised it." I smiled. "How she

"Your uniforms. You'll get three rotate them for laundry. Mrs. Chen is super strict about appearance, so make sure everything is always pressed and perfect." Aria unzipped the bag and pulled out the uniform. Classic maid attire black dress with white trim, modest neckline, hem that hit just below the knee. Professional. Anonymous. Exactly what she needed. She changed quickly while Lucy kept up her commentary. "So the main thing you need to know is that there are like, unofficial rules on top of the official ones. Like, never go to the third floor unless Mr. Blackwood specifically asks for you that's his private space and he's really weird about it. And don't let James catch you breaking any

***Ava*** Two Years Later. My single sole paired black pointed stilettos click clacked on the clean porcelain tiled floor of Hotel Eva. The sound of my steps echoed on the hotel lobby, adding to the TV noise that was there. A big white beautiful chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the lights giving the lobby a luxurious appearance. It had many lampshades with golden details all around it, bringing out a touch of luxury. I wore a white blouse paired with a plaid midi skirt above black stockings. A diamond bezel necklace hung on my neck, layered with a slightly longer bar drop necklace.

"Anything I want Daddy will grant me after I succeed in the mission?" "Anything you want!" "Promise?" "Hu um... promise, sweetheart. You know very well that daddy never breaks a promise." Feli fell silent again. Being a maid? In her dreams she had never imagined that she would have to be a maid. MAID? Oh my God... A cleaning worker? How will her delicate hands be? Then the expensive nail polish she used to use would definitely be ruined. But... if she didn't sacrifice her delicate hands, the private jet and all the luxury items would just be wishful thinking.