Room-maid Novels & Stories

The sight of the maids in the living room startled me at first but I soon realized that they had begun their work for the past one hour, the living room almost clean from one wall to the other. I couldn't help but sense some as we exchanged greetings with warm smiles playing on their lips. They just cleaned this same room less than 24 hours ago but the party had left it worse than ever, with stains of alcohol and vomit on the floor. Who knows if there were even trades of semen in the guest restroom? “Miss Tallulah, let me take that.” One of the young maids offered. But I shook my head and clenched the bucket’s hand tighter with a smile playing on my lips.

"Okay." I heaved a huge sigh of relief, feeling like I'd just pulled off some epic negotiation. Collecting debt from a ghost—I was probably the first person in history to do it. From that day on, Ivy really did start going green. The TV stopped turning itself on in the middle of the night; dinner went from three dishes and a soup down to two dishes and a soup. The spread was simpler, but the taste was still just as amazing. Our "cohabitation" slipped into this bizarre kind of harmony. Every day when I got off work and came home, there was always a hot meal waiting on the table. The apartment was always spotless.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

explained Anita at length. This room is like an office. There is a desk station with a computer on it. Several folders are on the shelves neatly lined up. I'm a maid, but how come it's like an office job. A maid who has a desk workspace. ‘The important thing, the salary is quite big!’ My smile widens.

Dominic answered Fair! “But she’s your maid. Do you allow her to clean your room?” Hale interrogated “Yes, I do.” “Really? I literally let my maid clean just the living room, the office, the dining room, the kitchen and like the bathrooms but I would never allow her to touch my bedroom until she has earned it.” Hale answered. I did not understand why Hale also didn’t allow people to clean his bedroom. Now, I was curious and I wanted to know what people kept in their bedrooms.

After Carla had introduced me as 'another' new maid, she had looked at me with a scowl on her pouty lips before shoving a; broom, mop and metal bucket in my hands and assigned me to the Beta's mistress bedroom. Each cleaning maid had to go with a guard just in case they wanted to try anything funny. Those were Madam Yelena's words. After long and strenuous hours of scrubbing the bathroom and thoroughly cleaning the bedroom, I and two other girls of my age were asked to trim the trees in the garden before I was finally shown my room. It was a small room, with a twin post bed, which meant I had a roommate. I looked around for her belonging but I found none.

When I stepped into the hallway, the first maid who saw me flinched. “Good morning, Madam,” she said quickly. “It’s okay. Call me Serena.” She blinked in surprise. “I’m here to clean your room,” she added. “I already did,” I said. She peeked inside and froze. I walked past her. “Is there anything else to do?” “Oh no, Madam, we have staff for that.” “Then let me help.” I left before she could say anymore word. I followed the smell of butter and toasted bread into the kitchen.

Yes, I'm you assigned maid, I well provide you want you need and help with things. Ok then let's stop talking, where is my room. Then follow me, master. --------- This is your room, master room number 2431 and This is the key to your room. The maid gave taso a silver key with a number of 2431 on it. Ok, thanks, I well open the and see what is inside. Taso opened the door, and he sees lots of stuff like a king-size bed and a TV and others stuff. So! This is my room, I well grade it if it barely passes my standards, I have decided it passes my standards grades I guess, and now I well stop spouting nonsense I well sleep first, maid! Or what should I call you, what is your name?

I exclaimed as the middle-aged woman was wearing a black dress, average height, with a slender body. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Madonna Kai, Master Richard’s housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room,” she said, and I sighed with relief. “Alright.” I swiftly went to pick up the pen and the document and hurriedly followed her downstairs. As we arrived at the front door of the guest room, Madonna stopped in front of the door and pushed it open. “You may use this room. Will you need anything else?” she asked.

Jaden grumbled as she sat and stretched on the bed. "Stop being such a lazy ãss Jaden. I'll be in the bathroom" Kaylan stood up and went into the bathroom afterwards while Jaden laid back on the bed to sleep It wasn't long before a knock came on the door. "Urgh!! Who is it?" Jaden grouse without lifting her head from the head rest. "It's a maid, ma'am. I'm here to clean up the room" the tiny voice replied. Huh? So early? Jaden thought.