Sunshine Maids Novels & Stories

“Hmm, yes a beautiful one and surely expensive but I don’t have an issue with that. And you shouldn’t be bothered. You will get paid in full. Damn, you are so beautiful. How come I have not seen you there before?” “I guess you were always late”, she said and smiled at him. *** *** *** Rose ran out of the hotel with the money. She couldn’t get her bearings. She knew she was lost, but she had to get to her mother and she will. She went back to the gate of the hotel and tried remembering the route they took and she went back the same way. On the way, she got a call from her neighbour, Mrs. Brown. She was going through the same thing with her and her mom. She and her daughter were both tryin

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

It was always the busiest part of the house and needed constant cleaning. Mara crouched down near the edge of the hall and began mopping silently, her head low, eyes observing everything around her. Two other maids were working a few steps ahead of her-Lena and Corinne. Both were young and clearly nervous. Ever since Luna Emily's angry outburst earlier that morning, all the maids had been on edge. "Careful with the water," Lena whispered to Corinne. "If Emily slips, she'll kill us." "I'm already shaking," Corinne whispered back. "I shouldn't have come to work today."

Law. “We ship on the designated route. Everything’s been handled, so don’t screw this up,” I snapped into the phone. I gave clear instructions, yet half my crew acted like they had a collective lobotomy. I hung up and walked through the hallway, as I scrolled through shipment logs. Leon said the new maid would start today, but from the looks of the dirty plates, and messy counter in the kitchen. She hadn’t done much. He’d lose his mind if he saw this mess.

"Are you okay? He asked me. I nodded my head. As I saw a Lady in her thirties, She was wearing a strife Pink uniform like other maids I met the day I came for an interview.She was coming closer to us. "Hello, I’m Mira, your supervisor." She had a wonderful smile. This place is so huge with lots of maids, and I return her smile."I’m Jasmine, and I’m pleased to Meet you." I said to her, bringing my hand up for a hand check.

the line went off and I heaved out a loud sigh. How good could the heavens be to me? I'd lost a horrible job and not long after gotten a call for the job of my dreams. Working as a maid for the big Daniel Snider would be the best thing that can happen to me. From what I saw when I'd applied, Mr Snider was a CEO of an upcoming company who needed someone to take care of his house whenever he was out to work. The requirements for the job weren't that much so I'd applied immediately—what I hadn't expected was to get a call.

"You and your mate live here. How many maids have you seen working here?" "Two, Alpha. The old human, Martha and Ash– I mean Luna Quinn. Pardon the slip of the tongue." My Dad turns his gaze back to Hank whose eyes are now fixated on the sheaf of papers on the table before him. "You told me eight other maids work closely with Martha and Ash when I was trying to find out about her. You even brought the eight girls to me for questioning.

Then checking the data copy in the computer screen, deleted unused files, organized my table, and walk out of my office. The elevator dinged and I stepped out of it, smiled and nodded to all pack members I bumped with. During the day, omegas are working to clean, cook, and the other labor. Don't get me wrong, they are not slaves an paid well in this pack. "Where should Drake sleep, tonight? I'll show him the room." I hear Moira's soft voice asking. "Oh, shouldn't he sleep with you?" Sabrina asked confusedly. A low growl erupted out of me, imagining a man touching my little Moira. "Who sleep with who?" I boomed.

“Be careful, what if someone goes to tell her?” Zelda laughed “No one will do that. That is our code. We maids stand by each other. The ones who stay behind do it willingly, since he settles them handsomely with money and gifts. But still I want us to hurry. The days he meets plenty maids here, he makes his pick. You can see everyone is hurrying up” The maids sent her a nod here and there and began to file out. Zelda began sponging her before she even had the chance to remove her soiled clothes.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"