Sarah J Maas Novels & Stories

Stone scraped my skin, corners hit my ribs, and by the time they were done I’d picked up bruises I’d feel for days. They didn’t regard me as their Luna. We got back to the room and they pushed me in but the door lock didn’t click. Immediately the door opened and a young maid walked in, quenching my curiosity. “Good day my Lady, my name is Sarah and I’m your personal maid.” She announced her face expressionless. I picked up her scent immediately, an omega. She looked barely over her teenage years but her hands were covered with scars and blisters. A personal maid? Or a personal spy?

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.

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"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

I added some cold water and managed to make a warm bath for myself. There were so many towels in the bathroom, all of different colors and I had fun picking which one to use as I came out wrapped in a light pink towel. I was about to take off my towel when two maids entered with some clothes. "Good morning ma'am" one of them greeted me and I looked at her as if I had just seen a ghost but what made me dumbfounded was that she called me MA'AM. I thought that maybe she was blind so I waved my hand in front of her face.

Today was turning out to be the best day he could remember in a very long time. Sarah turned out to be an excellent masseuse, not that Mark had a lot of experience to compare her skills against. She had arrived, laid towels out on his bed, heated oils, dimmed the lights, and told him to lie down. He was quite surprised at his first impression of her. Shoulder-length dark hair framed a pretty face with a fit but voluptuous body, reminding him more of Maddy than Myra. Sarah was dressed in a black vest-top and black track-pants, and he could see at least a dozen tattoos around her upper body. Her entire right arm from her shoulder to her wrist was a mixture of aquatic creatures intermingled wit

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

Sarah cuts in as she walked into the dining hall “I'm sorry I burst into your conversation, I just can't have her talk about Luna like that and keep quiet. She is too good to be treated like some trash or be talked about by some disrespectful wolf,” “And who are you?” Sarai asked “I am Sarah one of the assigned maids of Luna,” she responded with pride “I can see you are so proud of your title,” Beatrice mocked “Yes, I'm very proud of it because who I answer to is a calm person who knows the difference between wrong and right. She treats others rightly and will defend me anywhere. Just as she will with anyone else,”

Finally, she stopped at a door near the end of the hall and pushed it open. Her room was massive, easily the size of my and Xavier’s rooms combined. It had a king-sized bed, a sitting area with a couch and chairs, a desk by the window, and what looked like a walk-in closet bigger than most people’s bedrooms. We all sat down in the sitting area, Sarah curling up in one of the armchairs while Tara and I took the couch. “So,” Sarah said, her voice still rough from crying. “About Maria…that’s the head maid you saw downstairs. She’s been with our family since I was born. She’s basically been more of a mother to me than my actual mother ever was.”