Room-maid Novels & Stories

******** A maid opened the hotel room number 0000 by using a card. She then slowly pushed in a trolley of new sheets, pillowcases and other things. She walked inside and was surprised to find someone still in there. The chief cleaner had told her the room was vacant and to go and clean up. She creased in confusion, walking slowly she stretched her hand to wake up the person. "Ma'am, ma'am please wake up" she said but she got no reply, no reaction at all. Worried she sat down and pushed her instead, afraid something must've happened to her.

Nisha exclaimed happily. "This room is beautiful ! I'm surprised that such a room exists. It's just like the size of my father's house. Waw!" Nisha exclaimed, making her way to the well arranged and neat bed. " The room is clean already, so you don't have to do any cleaning because of your condition. Just rest for a while. A maid will come to get you when it's time to eat. Have a lovely day , " The maid said, bowing lightly at Nisha and making her way to the door.

your room malady, I’ll go get the remaining bags”, the maid said, making her way down to the living room. Roslyn reluctantly turned the door knob revealing a modern magnificent bedroom; the room doesn’t describe Roslyn’s personality. They painted the three walls in a nice purple color, while the other one was all glass walls; there was a large queen size bed in the middle of the room with white elegant sofa on the left side of the bed and a gigantic walk-in closet at the far end of the room. At the other far end of the room was an aquarium with jelly fish inside. Roslyn scrutinized the entire room; she slowly made her way to the bed and sat down uncomfortably. Her gaze linger on the door, s

My foot hit something, and I looked down and saw a torn pillow; the stuffing spilled onto the dirty floor. I coughed and sneezed simultaneously. I stood in the middle of the room, turning around, trying to take it all in. This wasn’t a room. It was a disaster. I wondered how I was going to clean this room, but just as I opened my mouth to curse him again, the door slammed open. I jumped back, fists ready. But it wasn’t him. It was a maid. She threw a broom, a mop, and a rag inside, and then the door slammed shut again before I could ask a single word.

I engrossingly stared at nearly all that were present in the living room not until i mistakenly hit an arm chair and fell down on it. I have totally forgotten that Mrs Benson is here with me. “Sit”Mrs Benson ordered. She couldn't even say Sorry. It's My fault anyways I quickily sat on that same chair that I tripped on. “You’re here to work as an housemaid right?”She asked me. “Yes ma’am”I replied trying to avoid eye-contact with the woman. “How old are you?” Mrs Benson asked. “I’m eighteen ma’am” “Eighteen? Are you sure?"

I changed the topic swiftly before it got awkward. “For the Capo's room, our team of eight maids were handpicked by Alexa, the housekeeper of this mansion,” Rosie replied, and on cue, a beautiful woman in her thirties barged into the room with a scowl, her eyes burning daggers through Rosie who yelped in fear and ran away to the bathroom. ~•~

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.

"You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!" I widened my eyes like I was clueless. "Huh? You called me? I didn’t hear." Then, I deliberately plucked out my wireless earbuds, even though no music was playing. "Maybe I was listening to music." Rachel froze, grinding her teeth. "You did it on purpose." The other two roommates jumped in right away. "Lila, were you deliberately ignoring Rachel?" "Are you still mad? She only left you out because she thought you were busy with Student Office work. You totally twisted her intentions."

The door clicked shut behind him as he locked it, before casting me a brief, dismissive glance as though I were insignificant. “Oi! What are you doing in here? This is my room. You’ve gone into the wrong one, I said. “Wait… I recognize you. You’re the same guy who splashed mud all over me and walked away without offering a single apology,"I said . “And who the hell are you? This was supposed to be the room my mother secured for me. Why are you here, you little thing?” He let out a cold, dismissive scoff, eyes scanning me with blatant disdain. “Tch… do you even realize who you’re speaking to?”

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.