Superb 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

Tonight was the night of my first date with Mark, and I was being pampered and prepared by the skilled hands of the maids. The process began with a luxurious bath drawn by Martha, one of the most experienced maids in the household. She had a knack for creating the perfect temperature and adding just the right amount of scented oils to the water, turning the simple act of bathing into a decadent experience. As I soaked in the fragrant bubbles, Martha expertly washed and massaged my hair, leaving it silky smooth and shining.

Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid coffee just had to fall over onto the floor. "What the actual fuck, Emma!" "I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--" "Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?" The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist. "Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

He lamented. “Hey, it's not your fault." She said as Steve helped Ale out of the car. A cab parked in front of their house and the new maid got out with her luggage's walking towards them. “Hi, I'm Roberta the new maid." She greeted. She was a young lady, around 19-20 years old and a college student. “Hello Roberta, come on in," Kathy said as she wheeled Ale in with the maid in tow. “Zoëlla, Bienvenida a casa ( Welcome home )." Her grandma greeted her at the door as she hugged her.

Unbeknownst to her, Evan approached the bed, his gaze fixed upon Aubrey's peaceful countenance. Morning* Aubrey found herself toiling away in the kitchen, despite the presence of household staff. One of the young maids, unfamiliar with everyone's preferences, sought Aubrey's assistance. Amidst her tasks, Aubrey's phone buzzed, revealing a message from John, Mr. Evan Cooper's driver. It conveyed Evan's desire to accompany her somewhere. Aubrey swiftly prepared herself, donning her finest dress, even though it paled in comparison to the lavish garments surrounding her.

Martha commanded, and the room instantly quieted. "The master doesn't want any of the maids to look sloppy. The elite guests love to criticize the smallest defects at these parties and will gladly turn a tiny mistake into a massive scandal. We must not forget that we are working for one of the top billionaires in this country, so we have to look immaculate and behave flawlessly. And trust me when I say this—if you do anything wrong, the master will not hesitate to punish you," she warned the girls sternly. Emma gulped in pure fright.

"In perfect unison, the five maids curtsy and greet me with a harmonious 'Welcome, Mistress', their voices echoing through the grand foyer like a well-rehearsed chant, making me feel like royalty." "I turn to Caleb, my eyes seeking guidance, as I'm taken aback by the maids' synchronized greeting. I'm unsure how to respond, and my silence is palpable, as I wait for Caleb's cue on how to proceed." "Caleb's expression turns disapproving, and he shakes his head, as if I've failed to meet expectations. 'The mistress is exhausted,' he announces, his tone dripping with disappointment. 'She will retire to her quarters for some rest. You may serve her pie and champagne in her room.'"

A maid Entered the kitchen holding a mop bucket, She put down the bucket and leaned her back on the door. She looked at Bella Who was toasting the bread and signaled to her, Bella got her message and she Chuckled. She continued what she was doing not wanting to do what the other maid wanted her to do. The maid seeing that Bella won’t do that, Walked closer to where Mara was sitting on the Table. She touched Mara's face Smiling. “ You are so beautiful” She said to Mara and Mara nodded her head. “ Yes I know” She said. The maid giggled, Mara looked so cute as she spoke and also smart.

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.

I was still taking it all in when four women dressed in elegant, tailored maid uniforms stepped forward and bowed in unison. I blinked. Godmother rolled her wheelchair beside me, looking completely unfazed. “Puppy, come on,” she said casually. “These are your personal maids.” I stared at the four women. My personal maids? I didn't even have one personal maid at home. I just had random maids, but none were specifically dedicated to me. “I'm Freya,” the first woman introduced herself with a polite, measured smile. “Rebecca,” the second said. “Isabel,” the third added.