Superb Maids Novels & Stories

Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen makes her salivate, and although she's not yet in the kitchen, she need not be told that the food is being prepared for Ren. Walking her way into the kitchen, she meets Clara, the sexiest of all the maids in the mansion, making dinner. Clara is considered the most beautiful and sexiest maid in the mansion, and she's worth it. What do you expect from someone that has a killer curve, and everything to drive any man crazy?

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?"

we all murmured at the same time. “The next class are called the Noble Maids and they serve the aristocratic family and key politicians. Above them, are dedicated ladies in waiting to the Honorable Maidens. This class of maids are called Sacred Maids and they work in the Sacred Chambers where the Honorable Maidens live. Lastly, the top tier maids in this entire palace are those that directly serve the king and the three princes, they are called the Royal maids,” Madame Cassandra finally finished explaining.

She dropped to her knees to clean the mess, and leaned close enough that only I could hear. “Ne lui faites pas confiance,” she whispered in French. (Don’t trust him). Before I could react, Mr. Bluesmith stormed back in. “Clumsy girl! Look at the mess you’ve made in front of our guests!” he snapped. The maid mumbled a frantic apology, head bowed, then practically ran from the room. We stood at the same time. The meeting was over. In the car, as the estate disappeared behind us. I leaned back against the leather seat.

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

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?"

She looked towards the young maid and smiled. "Thank you so much, but I'm really confused now," Judy expressed her feelings honestly and bravely. "Why? Were you kidnapped by someone to be here?" She asked in a humorous tone. Judy's face changed color as she remembered the last conversation she had with Henry. "I..." She was hesitating to speak about it. "Okay okay, I understand that you are staying here without any interest," she said. "What is this place," Judy asked her. "You are in one of the mansions owned by one of the top ten businessmen of our country, Mr. John Brand. You are one of his maids now," she told patiently.

The mansion of my new boss was breathtaking. It was enormous. As we stepped inside, my eyes wandered around in awe. The interior was even more stunning than I had imagined. When we reached the living room, I saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa, completely focused on the laptop resting on his lap. As soon as we stopped in front of him, his driver spoke. "Sir Ethan, they're here." Only then did he lift his gaze and look at us. "Manang Rose, does your niece know the rules in my house? She'll be the only housemaid working here."

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

She pressed a button on her wheelchair, and it started moving on its own. I turned to say goodbye to the other maids, but they stared at me like I had two heads. So, I just told Lucia and Amy I’d see them later. They smiled and nodded. Granny showed me around the mansion. It felt like paradise. The chandelier sparkled like real diamonds. Everything looked expensive, from the furniture to the decorations. It was like a dream. She told me the other maids didn’t live in the main house. They stayed in separate quarters on the right side of house. It didn't come as a surprise to me because I already heard that the Belfords owned the biggest house in New York.