Sunshine Maids Novels & Stories

Two skilled maids were hired three times per week to clean the house and do laundry. Zane adamantly prohibited me from performing any household chores, joking that it would spoil my delicate hands and insinuating that I was trying to steal the maids' jobs. Frankly, I was surprised when we arrived here. When he mentioned in the woods that his house could easily accommodate both of us, I didn't anticipate it being this spacious.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

Sunday went by so quick, and then came Monday, resumption of work, resumption of aches and worries. I got to the Williams mansion earlier than usual. The house being eerily silent upon my entrance. Not a single figure could be seen around. Grabbing my apron from the rack where it was hung, I commenced my round of duties. Few of the maids, I spotted roaming around getting one thing done or the other. An hour in, and I still didn't hear the voice of Ms Tara yammering about one thing or the other. If it wasn't the floors not properly scrubbed, it would be the walls bearing stains.

“Good morning, Miss Sadie. I’m Maid Gloria. No need to be startled.” I noticed that each of the maids held a beautiful gown. They had clearly been waiting for me to wake up. As the daughter of an alpha, I was used to having maids. But never this many. And never ones so devoted. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable to be waited on by so many people. “Good morning,” I said awkwardly, flashing them an uneasy smile. Maid Gloria smiled back, but none of the others said a thing. They just stared at me with suspicious eyes. It made me feel even more uneasy.

Replied the maid assigned to Tabby. They continued with their work diligently, never stopping as they were taught. This was the best job they had ever received. Not only were they getting three times the amount other maids were getting, but the benefits were to dream of. Complete life and medical insurance with vacations, room and board, all for caring of the women around them. The morning passed quickly with light conversations between them, and they left the room in good spirits. This was an excellent time to meet with Susan to discuss the campaign that Blake wanted for them. No rest for the weary, they say.

I called, moving back to the living area. Two women entered, both wearing simple uniforms. The younger one had warm brown eyes and a friendly smile that reached her face easily. Maybe mid twenties. The older woman was more reserved, her posture perfect and her expression carefully blank. Fifties maybe with gray through dark hair pulled into a neat bun. They both bowed which made me immediately uncomfortable. “Luna,” the older woman said. “I am Helena, head of household staff. This is Mara. We’ve been assigned as your personal maids.”

It’s so Large, one of the largest I’ve seen. I see about ten maids inside the kitchen. Each of them doing a different chores. “ Hi, everyone. Luna is here, she will love to know everyone.” Sara calls for their attention and I let out a warm smile. “ You’re welcome Luna. I’m Emily.” An average young girl says, her smile is neutral by the way. “ You are so beautiful, Luna. I’m Miriam. A maid in charge of dinner.” She smiles broadly. “ You are indeed gorgeous, Luna. We are happy to have you. I’m Esey.” She introduce herself. My face radiates at their compliment.

JENNY’S POV The sun was harsh and it burnt my skin as I did my chore, walking to and fro to carry the boxes that I and three other maids were assigned to offload from a truck in the palace but the guards that supervised us had umbrellas over their heads to protect themselves from the sun. I walked back to the truck to carry another one of the boxes when one of the maids who was beside me sneered before she began to talk to herself with anger on her face.

the one on the left spoke as well. Rain smiled and nodded, ok. And who is the lady in the kitchen?" "Ma'am, that is Sandra, she will make sure she takes care of you and make sure that the house is clean. They are actually two. Sandra is the main lady managing and the other one is responsible for the cleaning.. Ma'am, we are all at your service" Jimmy spoke cheerfully. Rain smiled and nodded. "As you all know, i am miss purple. I guess i won't be so bored having you people around"

Even in his sleep. The next morning, the publicist comes to us and we meet in Miles’s office. Her name is Gladys Myers and but she insists everyone call her Sunny. “Cause I’m like sunshine,” she says. That’s not a wrong assessment. With her thousand watt smiles, she likely could light up a whole room, or maybe even a small planet. I have no idea how she gets her energy first thing in the morning, especially because I see a veggie shake in her cup, not coffee.