Superb Maids Novels & Stories

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.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

Just merely seeing that little smelly creature makes me feel like I'm going to die. "That's what I'm trying to do, ma'am," said the maid, who now had one hand on my waist. I squeezed myself against her chest. She is taller than I am, maybe only two inches. I was really stunned by the beauty of her voice, but my fear of rats was more dominant, so I was still very scared. In fairness, the maid smells so good. I can feel the strength of her arm too. I feel like she can protect me anytime I need it. I am really feeling the moment. So, I came up with a good idea.

Be competent but not exceptional. "Today's assignments," Mrs. Chen continued, pulling up a schedule on her tablet. "The main house needs a thorough cleaning Mr. Blackwood has a business dinner here tomorrow evening and everything must be perfect. Sarah, you'll be working with Lucy on the first-floor public spaces. James will brief you both on specific requirements."

Stanley stared at Savy in surprise, "what nonsense are you talking about?" "I know what I am saying Stanley," she replied. "You are someone who doesn't even speak to other girls and suddenly you bring a young and beautiful girl into our home and claim she is your maid. Is it because she is younger than me? Do you consider me old or have you gotten tired of me?" Stanley stared at Savy with a helpless expression on his face and sighed, "my heart moved me to help her because she was forcefully taken to the black market and auctioned off.

Groaning, I forced myself out of the massive bed, its lush velvet covering wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud rather than offering the comfort it was meant to provide. When I opened the door, I was met with an unsettling sight—a line of maids standing in perfect formation. Dressed in crisp, identical uniforms, their expressions were indistinguishable masks of subservience. Each maid held hangers aloft like offerings, displaying a kaleidoscope of dresses—casual sundresses dotted with floral patterns, elegant gowns that could steal the spotlight at any gala, alluring outfits designed to entice, and formal attire that radiated sophistication. “Good morning, ma’am,” they chanted in unn

Madam Marilyn replied, “There are sixteen maids, four bodyguards, and two drivers who make up a total of twenty-two people, so there are a total of twenty-three people including me.” Vera asked in surprise, “There are so many maids here?” “Yes.” Madam Marilyn replied, “There are four maids responsible for washing and cooking, eight maids responsible for sanitation and maintenance, and four maids who are responsible for gardening. However, some of them are more flexible and can be temporarily deployed if there is any need.” Vera asked again, “Where are these maids from?” Madam Marilyn said, “They are all from Malaysia and were carefully selected from among the maids at home when I came here.”

The maids, their faces filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, were hovering around her, their voices a soft murmur, their words a testament to Serena's unexpected arrival, her presence a disruption of their carefully orchestrated routine. "Good morning, Serena," one of the maids said, her voice a soft murmur, her tone polite but hesitant, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and unease. "What would you like for breakfast?" Serena, her gaze fixed on the maids, her expression a blend of amusement and disdain, replied, "I’ll have whatever you have, but make it extra crispy."

Inside the house, everything looked too perfect, too clean to be real. The walls were painted pure white, so white that they almost glowed under the golden lights. The floor reflected everything, smooth and shiny like glass. Even the air smelled expensive. My eyes caught the line of maids standing by the wall, each one dressed in a neat black and white uniform. They stood in a perfect row, hands folded in front of them, eyes down. None of them dared to look at me. It was as if I were something sacred or cursed. “Our lady’s room has been arranged,” said one of them. She was older than the rest, with sharp eyes, her hair neatly pinned back. From the way she spoke, I knew she was the chief maid