Superb Maids Novels & Stories

I looked closely at the paper and when I looked at the back of the paper, there was a number on it. How can I call this number, I don’t have a phone anymore? Well, there’s nothing wrong if I’ll try, right? But how can a maid’s salary be 50k per month? Impossible. I mean, maybe it is possible if the person who’s looking for a maid is rich. I look at the two girls who are just near to me. As I can see, they’re holding the same paper as mine. “Look at this! They’re looking for a maid, the salary is 50k--“

When it was four in the afternoon all the maids went to the special place that was assigned to them to scrub and get dressed. They were all so happy when they found special soap and rose scents for them. It took an hour for all of them to be dressed in the same uniform, the air was tied and they were ready to serve. Aurora and the other few maids were called over by madam Beatrice, "I called you all over as you will be tending to the tables and elites that you assigned to with your everyday duties." "Don't let me down." Madam Beatrice was stern.

she commented, looking on as the detectives filled the room once the body had been cleared. "Why would they do that?" I couldn't help but ask. "We're one tier above homeless, us maids. The money we earned is barely enough to feed two people, so we all live in the maid headquarters, cuddled in a large room but with the number of maids there are assigned to this house we barely have enough room." "I'm not complaining, I'm grateful to have this as others don't usually have this luxury. We were only given this room by Prince Raver. May Sophane bless his soul. He will bring about changes I can tell. Deaths like ours won't be overlooked when he's King."

The maids, with their gentle smiles, led me to the opulent dressing room, where an array of exquisite dresses hung like colorful dreams. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers as the maids prepared a bath for me. Warm water embraced my skin, and fragrant petals floated delicately in the tub. The maids moved with a grace that mirrored the dance of the evening breeze, ensuring every moment of the preparation was a symphony of care.

I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion. Maids in bronze and silver stay at a small house at the opposite end of the mansion’s huge backyard. It took me thirty minutes before reaching the place. The house was a bungalow type but with a basement. The bronze maids stay at the basement while the silver maids stay at the ground floor. The design of both spaces are identical. Both basement and ground floor have a wide bedroom space with fifteen double deck beds and a common shower and wash rooms that resemble to that of military base. Each maid have three uniforms in accordance to the color they are in, same color,

"I'm sorry sir, I'm here to work not to sleep with you" "Playing hard to get? I know all of those tricks two million?" "I'm sorry to tell you this sir, even if you offer billion, and even if your the richest man in the world I won't sleep with you,don't be too confident on your appearance, if you trick the other lady to sleep with you not me, gosh even your the most handsome in the world I don't dare to!" "Then your not qualified as a maid, get out" "Ok, sir I'll do it..."

The maids moved quietly, setting plates and pouring tea with the practiced grace of routine. Fallon stood at the threshold for a moment, taking it all in. Too perfect. Too practiced. And yet—oddly comforting. One of the maids noticed her and offered a polite nod. "Good morning, Miss Fallon." Before Fallon could respond, Madam Farwell swept into the room, her presence as commanding as always despite the softness of her tone. “Ah, you’re up. Good morning, my dear.” She smiled graciously. “Did you sleep well?”

The Great Madame is coming! All persons was suddenly busy, everyone was no exception with Mr. Kusuma. Time is running out, four hours of our time to make sure everything is okay. Moreover, Great Madam is allergic to dust. Luckily the security guard had arrived in the afternoon, so there were two security guards, Pak Maman and Bik Inah. I gather them first to divide the task. Pak Maman downstairs and roof top, Bik Inah upstairs especially the Madame's room, the security guard outside the house including the garden. I was in charge of the kitchen, preparing to welcome the great Madam including rechecking all their works.

The store was revolutionary, selling multitude range of items, high quality tools, clothing articles that more soft and flashy than any noble boutique, high quality foods, and more importantly thousand kind of Spices and paper that as white as clouds. The store never seems to runs out of product, the price is appropriate and affordable. the store provide a high class and fast service by their worker, everyone have only praised for this store. Though there's some rival merchant try to slander and even tried to copy their merchandise, the store never falter, instead, surprising enough The merchant associations and The Duke Merrica household comes to squash and punish the ill intended Merchant.

"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."