Sunshine Maids Novels & Stories

"Daddy, I love this one," my daughter Amelia said. She thrust the application into my hand. We have been looking for maid to take care of household needs for months. Hundreds of applications entered online, many were interested because of the large salary offered. Anita is Mom's employee, who sorts them out and there are fifteen candidates left. That pile of files has been on my desk for a week without me having chance to touch it. I don't have time.

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

“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

“Hello, Mrs. Cox?” Was this her voice? I tried to keep control of myself and replied as calmly as I could, “Yes, Althea Cox is speaking.” It still felt weird to be known as someone’s wife. I was Althea Lewis for 25 years, and that marriage changed me into Althea Cox. Weird, but I knew it would be safer that way. Because once people knew I was the wife of Matthias Cox, they treated me a little bit better. “I’m Lorine Clark,” the woman at the end of the line said. “I’m calling because of the news recently about Erbeauty’s soon to be launched products. The Art Palette, is it?”

"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."

"I need to be more careful. Jason's too sharp. And Emily's too proud. One wrong move, and they'll both know I'm not a real maid." Still, she couldn't stop now. She had already seen enough to know something was wrong. Now she just needed to keep watching... and waiting... until the truth finally came out. Later that afternoon, Mara returned to her cleaning duties. She carried a fresh bucket of water and a mop as she joined the other maids polishing the floor near the central staircase of the Moon Crest Pack mansion. The grand stairs twisted upward like a royal path, covered in expensive red carpet, framed with shiny banisters and golden edges. It was always the busiest part of the house and n

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.