Room-maid Novels & Stories

“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’

“You can go,’’ he muttered, his gaze still on his phone. He ordered her to keep his gaze on his phone. Finally, she screamed for joy inside of her, her legs screamed of freedom, and she walked away. She rushed to her allotted room to have a bath and arrange for my things. Not long after, a girl who she assumed to be her roommate barged inside the room looking so sad. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?” Startled, Ashley sat over on her bed. “I mean no harm. Ashley is the new maid.” She explained. “I am your new roommate.”

The woman said before she was greeted by some maids in the room. "Good evening ma'am." The maids said their greetings and bowed their heads as soon as they saw the head maid. "Good evening. This is Eve, she's a new maid in the palace. She's going to go through some practice till I assign her whom she's going to be serving." The woman said to the other maids. "Are you all done with your work today." The woman asked them. "Yes ma'am." The maids answered in unison.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

*** After finishing my morning tasks, I feel an urge to visit his room because I miss him. We just fucked so much in the morning, I just can’t again call him, saying that I need him. I know I could tell him I’ve forgiven him and ended our deal, but I want to tease him more because it’s fun. A smile appears on my face as a mischievous idea crosses my mind I decide to meet the maid whose duty is to clean his room. “Joe, today sir asked you not to clean his room.” I lie because today I’m going to clean his room.

I told my mother that I had my driver outside so they could fix up something for him to eat also. She made a maid attend to Damien and fixed up a place for him in the guard's quarters. She also asked another maid to help me arrange my room where I would be staying. I told her the place was still in very good condition but she refused. She said the bedspread needed to be changed and some other things. There was no way I could talk her out of it so I allowed her to have her way. After my room was made, the maid told me and I requested that she get my bag from my car which she did immediately.

It was the first time the maid had been in this room even though she had been working in the mansion for five years. She couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the room. The soft fluffy carpet and the beautiful chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling. The room was painted pink and it added a soft feminine touch to it. The maid's name was Aria, she was twenty-five years old and had worked with the Brundeen's for some few years, although it was with the help of her aunt who gave her the job. Aria's eyes darted around the room, taking in the luxurious details without appearing too obvious about it because she was scared that Miss Abigail might get angry and report her to the Young mast

This man had even carried out his first abomination, by turning the storeroom into his new maid's room. Yesterday, the mother had prepared a guest room for Feli to stay in. But in the evening, Jerrald Mendez ordered his men to move the maid's clothes that served as her uniform to a small room that was more appropriate for a cramped rat house. "Enjoy your cramped room, Miss." Jerrald monologued with a satisfied smile. ***

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."