Pink Maids Novels & Stories

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

Portraits of Judy Sierra adorned the walls — elegant, commanding and dripping in diamonds. She looked like a queen who had ruled the world and won. We were led through the house and out into the vast backyard where several people had gathered under white tents. A few guests greeted Law and Leon. Some even acknowledged Silas. I slipped away from their shadows, needing air, and wandered toward the perfectly manicured gardens. A young maid approached me with a tray. “Would you like anything, miss?” I gave her a polite smile. “No, thank you.” She looked at me, then her gaze drifted behind me. Her cheeks flushed and she smiled shyly before quickly turning away.

He added. "Oh that reminds me, what about the maid you told us your mom is gonna hire before she travels again" Francis said and I was dumbfounded, I looked at Peter waiting for him to say something again. He got me into this trouble. "Yeah, Mom got me a maid" Peter told them Jeez.. "You have a housemaid?" Francisca exclamed. "So where is she?" Vincent and Francis asked at the same time. "She cooked the meal and went out. She would be back tomorrow" Peter finally said to them and I heaved.

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?"

Less work for me. “Wait a minute—how do you know my size?” “Apparently the maids tell Marvin everything!” “Okay, not creepy at all.” I scratched my head. It was a good thing to know these maids were all up in my business as well. “Thanks for your help, Amy.” I thanked my new ally. “It’s good to have someone my age in this house.” I sighed. “The other maids are boring, Panther is annoying, and Marvin is ugly.”

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.

Marco was conducting some kind of party for his associates so the maids were very busy preparing stuffs to even notice them. They sneaked into a room where they met a lady. The lady upon meeting Monalisa smiled as she saw her. ‘Lisa dear’ the woman said smiling as she hugged her. The woman was in her mid fifties, she had grey hair already sprouting from her head, and her wrinkles became more evident when she stopped smiling and released Lisa from the hug. ‘Who’s she and how did she recognize you?’ Amanda asks curiously ‘she’s the head maid, and I sent my pic to her, but don’t worry you can trust her’ Lisa explained while the woman opens her ward robe and brings out a big purple bag. She open

I murmured, brushing past her at first. But just as she turned to walk away, something strange caught the corner of my eye. Her left finger was painted a glossy pink. Faint, almost translucent under the dim corridor light, but unmistakable. I frowned. The rule in the estate was clear. Female maids were forbidden from wearing nail polish or anything decorative. It was part of Grandfather’s strict etiquette code. Clean, professional, and neutral. Even big earrings were banned, let alone cosmetics. So why…? “Wait.” I called after her.

Maria said as all the maids laughed out loud. "Have you girls heard of the mask party coming up at Prussiate? The king and his wives will be leaving the castle tomorrow!" Melanie, Queen Zinnia's handmaid, said with a smile, "At least I get to rest from serving my mistress for these few days." "I know, right? Queen Zinnia is the worst queen ever; I hate serving her," a maid from the other end said and rolled her eyes. "I wish I have a choice here."

Across the hall from where Peter and Drizella were sharing an intimate night was the room that the sick maid Maddie was in. Maddie was the head servant Malcolm's sister, and he had come to watch over here along with a fellow maid named Alma, who was there when she first collapsed in the hallway.