Room-maid Novels & Stories

A maid is here, let me do what she wants. “Alright bye love. Please keep in touch” “I will”. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the maid said politely, bowing slightly. “My name is Jeanne. I’m your personal maid. I just wanted to let you know that everything has been arranged for your comfort. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” she said smiling. While she spoke, my eyes drifted anxiously toward the expansive media room. I couldn’t see Noah’s shadow through the tinted glass, and my heart skipped a beat.

I stood there for a moment, frozen in uncertainty, before slowly turning to take in my new surroundings, my eyes adjusting to the simplicity of the room. As I stepped into the quarters, I was taken aback by the number of maids who seemed to be bustling about, each one busily attending to their respective duties. The room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the rustle of uniforms as the maids went about their work. I scanned the space, my eyes widening in surprise as I took in the sheer number of women who called this place their home. It was clear that the mansion was a large and busy household, requiring a substantial staff to keep it running smoothly. I felt a sense of trepida

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

"Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're assigned to his coffee and assisting Halley with the cleaning. We each have a role to play, but we're a team and must act as such. "You work a 6:00 a.m to 2:00 p.m shift. You're off on weekends, and get a half day once a week. Under no circumstances do you clean his study unless he tells you to do so." She was

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

his father, Bill Chwe, shouted. From the last time he visited here and now, things are still the same. If there’s one changes, it is the maid standing near the door to watch over the room. She is the maid who was trembling before because she’s still new. Yet right now, she’s composed as ever, probably because she got used to this situation. No matter how hard the job is, there’s no denying that the pay is huge. Shjkllsjj shklhs hlsjskhkh!

I thought she was taking me to my room, why are we going up there? The maid led me up the crooked steps, before she callously flung open the door to reveal a very nasty, rundown attic, filled with cobwebs and scattered rubbish littering every available space. The maid then turned to face me with a cruel smile on her face. "Congratulations, wench. This is your new room.” She announced, her voice dripping with cold indifference. “I have a name, it's Jaselyn.” I retorted and she snorted. “Whatever.” I scanned the dusty, pathetic space and was horrified to see two huge rats skitter across the room's dusty floor.

I get up from the couch and turn to face her. She fidgets, and you can only feel sorry for her. “Where were you the night before?” I mutter into her ear while resisting the impulse to gnaw on it. “Inside my room.” clean as ever in voice. "Perhaps you saw me in the lobby," I ask "I'm a maid; I clean rooms, wash dishes, do laundry, and fix your toys. I don't hang out in the lobby waiting for you to enter.” She exhales. "shut the fuck up." I sigh while avoiding giving my beast the upper hand.

now I will introduce you to maid. there are 3 maid 1 lami she is 24 years old 2 jemile she is 22 years old 3 is boss of maid and old one Orville she is 53 years old and there is butler name frane who handle security and financial matter and he is loyal to their master now it's morning time their food is ready and maid woke up them in morning. Orville have mother nature so she always stay strict towards everyone now velliam and pokeri doing breakfast together