Pink Maids Novels & Stories

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.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

A few women in their early 40's were at the far right corner of the store malapit sa may counter as the cashier busy punching with the items at the computer. And when my cautious gaze moved to the entrance of the place, I spotted Mason instead who was shamefully flirting with the two blondes in bikinis na parang di alintana ang lumalamig na panahon. Smirking, I continued checking the place. A woman with his man just choosing some bikinis at the undergarments section like what the other people around doing. No one seems suspicious. Everyone seems so indulged with their own world. Napailing-iling na lamang ako as I let out a frustrated sigh.

As Nyla approached the door, it opened not by a sensor but by a maid dressed in a classic black and white outfit. The sight of the woman took Nyla aback – the maids at the Braun’s household didn’t wear anything nearly as atrocious. The style had fallen out of fashion several centuries ago, even she knew that.

Mrs Sara gave her a black purse as Linda helped her wear her black heels then help her wore a beautiful set of emerald earrings. “All set… it’s time” mrs sara said for Linda to help Amanda walk down stairs. “Lucky bitch” mrs sara whisper after Amanda have gone. No maid have gotten this privilege which make her to wonder if she have start to sleep with their boss because Aaron McNair is no man to doll up a nobody. He don’t even have time for anyone talk more of a nobody. Sara thought before she left the make up artists to park up. Amanda walk down the stair slowly like a classy lady, she’s not too good at wearing heels but she can’t decline. All the maids open their mouth shocked with Amanda

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

When it was four in the afternoon all the maids went to the special place that was assigned to them to scrub and get dressed. They were all so happy when they found special soap and rose scents for them. It took an hour for all of them to be dressed in the same uniform, the air was tied and they were ready to serve. Aurora and the other few maids were called over by madam Beatrice, "I called you all over as you will be tending to the tables and elites that you assigned to with your everyday duties." "Don't let me down." Madam Beatrice was stern.

These are all maids, and life service workers at the Johnson mansion that Matthew rented for his sister, but was rejected by Mia. Mia wears black pointed-toe heels combined with a red velvet off-shoulder dress, this outfit makes her colder, and her sharp eyes through the make-up artist's hand are even sharper. The staff carefully asked her: "Miss, are you comfortable wearing these shoes?" The only response was a very slight nod. If Mia is not happy, it is very difficult to pamper her. The door to the room opened, and Peter, who was wearing a white shirt, stepped inside. He looked at his woman from top to bottom, then stopped at her eyes: "You are very beautiful."

It complements her eyes. I let my imagination wander a little as I take my spot along the rear wall with the other maids, standing to have a good look at everyone at the table. I can practically see myself wearing a garment that is pale pink and adorned with trails of crimson silk and purple sequins. I picture myself seated among them, my cosmetics and hair done, ready to dazzle the prince.