Royal Maid Novels & Stories

“Yeah, weird right? Maybe that’s one of those diseases most people of royal blood gets like hemophilia.” “Maybe, ” Amanda answered, noting the word that the maid just used. “So you think they are royals huh?” Arissa instantly nodded. “Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure of that Miss Cait. I haven’t really seen all of the family members but the ones that I had a lucky chance of catching a glimpse like Master Cord, Master Calvin, Master Trace, Mistresses Heather and Pamela are extremely beautiful people. They have faces that only those of royal blood have.” “Wow, ” Amanda stopped and looked at her playfully, “Are you a royal fanatic perhaps?”

And if he hadn’t flown off for a business trip, I wouldn’t even be here representing him at the M-Elite Grand Opening, its new alliance with X-ren, the biggest name in Italy owned by Lorenzo's family—he's now heading it. It was the perfect stage for my grand return. Liam wouldn’t see it coming. And Karen? She’d probably choke on her wine. A dark smile danced on my lips. Let them gasp. Let them stare. They thought I was buried with Camilla Ryder. Now… I rise as Giulia Bianchi-Vincent, and this time, I’m the nightmare they won’t wake up from because revenge is too simple, destruction is demure ...

By the time we got to a larger hallway, it struck 5am on the dot, the large clock in the expansive brown and gold-colored room showed. I can’t believe they woke me up before 5am, I grumbled to myself. In the room, there were other maids standing rigidly, like they were set for inspection; they looked neat and prim. I joined immediately, so I don’t stand out too much. Lila stood on the opposite side of us. The madam I met yesterday came in from another door as if she knew we were all here, ready and waiting for her. “So, you are the new maids. This is the royal palace, and there are laid down rules to follow.”

We went to the left with the maid room at the end of the hall and my parents went to the one on the opposite side of the hall. We came to a huge wooden white door. Lilly’s and Toney’s room was down by ours a good 50 feet on the right and Jared’s right a crossed the hall on the left. The maid opened our room door and held the door open for us, we walked in. It was massive. My eyes widened. It was the equivalent to a penthouse in the city; it had a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. “Wow this is….It’s amazing!” I said. The maid smiled. I Am Mave, The Royal Beta has assigned me to be your personal handmaiden, It is so very good to meet you Princess” She said curtseying me. I sm

Mary asks me. Most maids would be nervous to make a mistake when waiting on the prince so I have to reel in my excitement. It would appear suspicious to seem excited about the prospect of waiting on him when the wrong move could have me sent to prison. Or worse. "I.....are you sure that I am the best choice?" I ask hesitantly.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

When a maid standing at the front, supposedly their leader, replied with respect, “My lady, you are the queen of this house and the queen of Mr. Wesley's estate. So, everyone is bound to call you the queen. It's out of respect, my lady.” Though Emma knew that the maid was lying, but didn't show any expressions on her face. She then said shyly, “Can you show me your lunch table?” When the maids directed her towards the huge room. Upon entering, Emma saw a long royal table set in the middle, with chairs around it. She saw the maids setting the table, when she asked the maid, “Isn't Nick here yet?” The maid was a young girl, in her early twenties whose face revealed beauty. But her tongue didn'

"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."

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

I hear and I raise my head up even though it felt like I did not have any strength in me to do so. I look up and stare in the eyes of my most loyal servant, Meltida. She was the only maid that ever bothered to treat me right even when I was being labeled as the moron prince of the royal palace. The moment that I became the alpha king, one of the first things that I did was to make her the head of the maids and gave her power to make minor decisions with in the royal palace. Decisions that were of course concerned with the home affairs of the royal palace.