Sunshine Maids Novels & Stories

Christine replied, then turned around to walk away. “Miss Christine,” The maid who spoke before called her again. Christine walked back, and the maid said, “Um, we passed a petition around, and a lot of us agreed that the job of the head maid can be really daunting for one person alone. So, I and all the other maids of the Mortimer mansion believe it's high time an assistant was appointed to assist you in your duties. What do you think?” “What is your name?” Christine asked. “Oh, I'm… I'm Cynthia,” the young maid replied.

"I know some of the maids here and I don't think they just worked here for a month. They know Vincent and almost everything about him so tells me what truly happened to the old maids. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't do anything if you say the truth to me. I just badly want to know what happened to them and why they suddenly disappeared." "Uh, Miss. I don't know either. I just know that Mr. Vincent called our agency and was looking for at least five skilled helpers and we had an orientation where the instructor said that every month Mr. Vincent changes his resthouse's maids so if we want this job we must do our best. That's all I know, Miss," the maid explains with her hands intertwined. Celes

When it was four in the afternoon all the maids went to the special place that was assigned to them to scrub and get dressed. They were all so happy when they found special soap and rose scents for them. It took an hour for all of them to be dressed in the same uniform, the air was tied and they were ready to serve. Aurora and the other few maids were called over by madam Beatrice, "I called you all over as you will be tending to the tables and elites that you assigned to with your everyday duties." "Don't let me down." Madam Beatrice was stern.

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

The whole thing. "Get your ass up! That's the sunlight creeping through those shutters and don't think you're on the beach or sumin'. Up, up, up!" Wendy bawled. Wendy was the old crow in charge of every maid in the palace. She had close to a hundred maids under her big flappy bossoms and I was one of those somewhat unlucky hundred. There were twenty handpicked maids under my section tasked with serving the royal family directly. How I got lucky enough to be among the twenty was still beyond me. I was sure they had made an error somewhere until I discovered my job was the worse out of the bunch.

Mark chuckled. "Hmm, yummy. Thank you, Mrs. Shane!" Samantha smiled at the big belly owner. She just smiled back and patted her shoulder. That lunch was indeed amazing. This was the thing she missed every time she was in the mansion. Her Aunt Maria and their neighbors. Although Damian looked like a thug, he had a kind heart. Mrs. Shane was always lively and cheerful and she gave free meals. Sometimes she wondered how much did she earn every day when almost all of her customers lunched for free.

"I've heard so much about you. The invisible maid. The charity case. The mutant." The word hung in the air like poison. I clenched my fists. "I don't know who you are." Elena's smile widened. She reached out, her cool fingers brushing my cheek. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a violent shudder through my body. Her nails were painted a deep, blood red. "I am your mother's oldest friend," she murmured, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "And I am here to make sure that justice is served."

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

I spent my Friday at home which Dad insisted for me to rest and weekends with the maids. There are thirty maids all in all in the mansion and they were all devided into three groups, bronze, silver, and gold. I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion.

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.