Princess Maid Novels & Stories

She questioned herself. “How's it going?" Zendaya inquired, placing a plate of hot Italian pasta with meatball sauce in front of her friend. "Same old, same old."She moaned as the taste of the pasta exploded in her mouth. "Well, I'm not sure if you'd be interested, but an agency is looking for a maid for Alejandro Antonio as soon as possible." However, the monthly salary is $2000, plus other benefits." She said this as Zöella turned to face her friend, almost breaking her neck.

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Prince Michael said as the remaining maids immediately scrambled out of the stables, leaving a sprawled maid, and an unconscious slave behind. The maid, had already concluded in her mind, that she was done for. There was no need begging the prince. Begging the prince might make it worse. She had a clear order, and she disobeyed it. She could only wish, the punishment would be a little mild on her, and not kill her out rightly. “Back to you, what is your name? Prince Michael asked glancing down, at the maid.

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

Alicia signaled her maid to bring her something and her maid Nora bought a tiny coin bag and handed it to the maid who was surprised. “Even if you are doing this because of your brother I locked up, that doesn’t mean I can’t be generous to you when you do your job right” The maid bowed in appreciation “Thank you milady” “You can leave” The maid was escorted out “What are you planning to do now after the information, Milady?” Alicia looked at her right hand maid and smiled “Although Althea is royalty which makes her higher in status than me, but she doesn’t have what I have”

Wondering why Dominic could not drink. “But he drinks wine,” I answered “Yeah, even wine. He cannot consume anything alcohol-related. Even wine, we are pushing.” He replied. Why? “Okay, I need you to come here, princess,” Hale said Princess? “And who is princess?” I questioned as I walked up to him “You are.” he chuckled. First, I got Gomez, then I now got princess. They were both determined to not get my name right that night. “Okay, princess, I need you to hold him upright for me,” he said

the maid replied immediately, straightening slightly. Cierra hesitated briefly, her fingers tightening around the plate before she spoke. “Do you know the name of the prince that Yonda is getting married to?” The maid frowned slightly, her brows knitting together as she tried to recall. “I think it’s… Prince Jardine?” she said uncertainly, her lips pressing together. “I can’t remember clearly, but it’s definitely with a J.” Cierra stared at her, confusion flashing across her face, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you mean with a J?” she asked, her tone sharpening.

Creed's POV Fabulous. That was the best my brain could do then. She appeared… amazing. Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress. My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom. A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk. "You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”