Novel & Cerita Royal Maid

A young, stressed-looking maid was sweating as she tried to work through the pile. Rosalie tucked her golden sleeves up over her forearms and looked at Marta. "It looks like an incredible amount of work. Let me help." Marta gasped, her eyes practically popping out of her head. She dropped her ladle entirely. "M-My Luna! Absolutely not! You cannot help in the kitchens. You are the Luna of the Amber Court, the wife of the Alpha King! It is unseemly for royalty to do the work of servants."

(She enters the room with a glass of cold water) Maid: Here's your water my queen (hands it to her) Queen Victoria: What temperature is this? Maid: Cold Queen Victoria: (enraged) You scullery maid.... (Queen Victoria collects water and pours it on the maid then uses the glass to hit her violently till it breaks) Maid: (screams in pain) AHHHHHH!!! Queen Victoria: You good for nothing maid, I told you I like my water at room temperature!!! Maid: (crying) I'm sorry my queen Queen Victoria: You're still standing here? Wouldn't you go and get me another glass of water?

she says. I sigh. We will be selling our freedom for as long as we don't know. You can never resign on your own wish, the lycan king is the only one who can determine the number of years you would be serving him and discharge you whenever he feels like. You have no choice as a royal maid. Royal staff aren't what they sound, more is meant. At first, my mom and I are going into that palace to work as cleaning staff. It sounds cool to the ears but in reality, we're gonna be slaves. No choice, no freedom.

"I was going to fire you, but after hearing your reason I changed my mind." Sophia's smile instantly brightened at that, was that a sign that Oliver wasn't going to fire her? "Thank you very much, sir. Thank you. I promise to work hard." Sophia was excited. "You want your money quickly? I have an offer for you." "Offer?" "Yes, you can get a big salary if you do this job." "What is it?" asked Sophia. "Be my personal maid." "Personal maid?" Sophia didn't understand what Oliver meant. "Yes, a personal maid. Your job is to prepare all my needs such as preparing my work clothes, food, preparing warm water for bathing, welcoming me when I come home from work, putting on my tie, and anything else r

“Fine, just send her this way. I can’t go inside while I look this way,” she said and the maid left. Who was her guest really, she wondered? Few minutes later the maid returned followed by a woman who was in her thirties she guessed. “You may leave now and bring her something to drink,” she instructed the maid. “Greetings your royal highness,” the woman said as she bowed down to the ground. She was getting used to this and she just couldn’t stop it at all.

The click-click of her heels coming to a halt. A bank of window overlooked the low rise bridge below, upon a steady stream of tributary. Warm color sofas and chairs laid out at precise angles to maximize the sleek lines of architectural briliance. This wasn't her father's doing. He prefered bland, tasteless, ping-ponging over deathless and barely alive. She heard voices from inside the offic. Low, measured. Was Noah here? She smiled a little. Many thought, her chamber maid too-who was really a cool teenager being given a title because she was born in a family that served hers. Anyway, they assumed she had a crush on Noah. Who wouldn't? And she did, once. But that was a long time ago.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

my whole body freezes. "Excuse me?" I squawk, my mouth dropping in shock. A maid? What the hell is wrong with this girl? Rick and Ryan go as far as growling, feeling protective over their Luna. Austin only grimaces...is that it? "And got a temper I see" Melonie seems slightly amused but nonetheless smirks at me. "I'm Melonie and I'm guessing the King hired you recently to keep Austin's room tidy" is she being serious? My eyes flick to Austin but he says nothing. If anything, he's lost in his own thoughts. He does nothing to show that he's going to say anything to the bitch seductively running her fingers over his arm.

I walked out of the manor, and they assisted me to the shiny black limousine. My heart never stopped beating so fast as I rode in the backseat alone. I didn’t know what to expect when I got there. What I’d seen in the party I’d attended would be a different scene with this one. It was a royal charity ball in the first place. So I would see members of royal families. Then it hit me—this might be my assignment. The party. I picked up the phone in my tiny purse and dialed Alessia. “My assignment is to meet royal families? Can you be a little more specific about which one I would be interviewing? How did you make this possible?”

She fake a smile "is really touching" She said the words as she turns to gaze at Umma Magajiya who is still standing on her feet, battling her rage from the inside out. She knows that she can not create a scene here, cause if she does all she has ever work for will be in vain. The hall echo with a small laughter. Holding her head high, she continue "Let me introduce myself..." She trails gazing at the strange faces before her. Then took a deep breathe. "I am Nawal Mahmud, The Crown Princess and future Queen..." She trail again, turning to gaze at Umma Magajiya with a sly smirk, then she turn and gaze at Farida, who looks like she has seen a ghost. Nawal continued while looking at her direct