Superb Maids Novels & Stories

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

another maid said “And I like her too, she’s so nice,” another maid said while another rolled her eyes. “I don’t like her,” another maid said and hissed, while the rest of the maids shot her a deadly glare. “Didn’t you guys notice something about the Octuplets?” Another maid asked “What’s that?” Two maids asked in unison. “The octuplets look so much like Mr. Colby,” the maids said and the rest hummed. “I noticed that too” another maid said

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

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 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.

“Eighteen? Are you sure?" “Yes ma’am” “Will you be able to work here as an housemaid?”She asked. “Err..ma’am, actually it's my first time, I guess I will just try my best” I replied scratching my head as if it was itching. “You wanna try your best?I thought you were a professional”Mrs Benson said. I was dumbfounded. I mean, How dare she? How could she expect me to be a professional in a job that is more or less a slave?

"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."