Superb Maids Novels & Stories

Charles said, smiling dreamily, his legs swinging playfully. “Come on, son, tell me what happened,” I encouraged. “Mommy, you won’t believe it,” Charles teased. “Try me,” I challenged. Charles paused for dramatic effect. “Wait for it…” “Come on, go on!” I urged. Charles’ grin grew. “Mom, Aunty Sibel is the Alpha Princess. She’s royalty. That’s how she dealt with them.” My eyebrows shot up. “What? How?” I asked, intrigued.

she heard a lady in a maid uniform say as she walked past her. “How could someone be this ugly, people have moles, pretty ones and she got the world most… “Will you focus on your work and keep your opinion to yourself?” Butler Thomas said for Adele to look at him. “Sorry about that” he apologized on behalf of the maids who were speaking so loud forgetting gossip is prohibited in the mansion all because of how ugly they felt Adele looked. Upstairs, Simon bowed to his boss who was signing documents in his study. “Boss, the newly assigned maid for the twin and you is outside. Should I call her in?” He asked for Harden to look at him.

Was that why Isabella was always jealous of the special floor girls because they got better? "Then why are we given outfits like this?" "Do I have to spell it out for you?" She rolled her eyes like a mother tired of teaching todler a particular lesson. "The reason the maids are always so damn gorgeous is because they are being pimped out by the hotel, some of them were former prostitutes, spies even." "Spies?" I frowned. "To spy on other maids to figure out their motives, not everyone here is… just a maid, some are… other things."

and turned to Amelia again and spoke up, “Amelia, you go.” She left this time and I faced Katrina again, “What’s your problem actually? Can’t you talk normally to her? If you were out to meet your friend, what’s the use of taking her with you?” Katrina made an irritated face and uttered, “You are really going on arguing with me for that maid? Like seriously! What the hell is wrong with you, Nathan?” Having enough, I got uttering, “It’s Amelia. Why do you keep calling her by maid? She is a human being like you.”

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

For this first selection, it turned out that Mia and Lynda were entitled to go to the mansion. However, there was still a final selection that they had to pass where only one maid was needed in the mansion to serve their young master. But there are still things that make Lynda think, why do you have to wait a month to get a big salary? Have there been people who have applied to be a maid before, but no one has ever lasted a month? Is the young master in question a cruel and heartless character? For some reason, Lynda's hair stood on end at the thought of being confronted with such a young master.

My assistant informs me, standing beside a food trolley. “Thank you. You may leave now.” I instruct her, holding onto the trolley’s handle. She departs after giving me a nod. I step into my cabin and approach Alice with the trolley, a smile spreading across my face. “Let me serve you, sir.” She stands up and walks towards me. “I’ll do it myself. Sit down.” I order in a firm tone, pointing at the sofa. “But it’s my job, sir. I am your maid, and just yesterday, you reminded me of my place.” Listening to her words, I shake my head in disbelief.

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the phone on the side table rang. She picked it up calmly, pressing it to her ear. “Yes, hello?” Her voice was soft but laced with intrigue. “Mrs. Brittany, I just wanted to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered his room. You’ll receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning,” the man on the other end replied in a cold, professional tone.

the woman was caught off as the other maids shushed her before they turned to glare at me and I realized I had stopped walking and was merely gawking at them. “Was there something you wanted?” One of them asked and my features turned cold. “Go on, don't stop on my account.” I urged them and they shot daggers at me. “You might think yourself superior to us Mercedes but trust me, you are no better than us in any way. In fact one might even go as far as saying we are above you,” the same maid said and I noted the venom with which she called my name. “I have never thought myself to be superior to anyone here.” I informed them and they scoffed.

She nick named Tanasha as a stupid bitch. Actually all of the maids didn't get any sympathy for Tanasha. She has been treating them more like trash and beggars. When Malik came and dragged her out of the kitchen, these maids went and listened to their conversation outside Malik's door. Some of them pretended to be picking out clothes for washing and others cleaning.When they saw Malik coming out, they all entered other rooms.