Surviving As A Maid Novels & Stories

A dirty maid was a punished maid, and punishments around this place could be lethal. She avoided the main entrance and made it back to the slave quarters unseen. She quickly put on a clean maid outfit and cleaned her face and hair. Maids were expected to serve the master they were assigned to, and when not in service they were to present themselves in the kitchen where they could be sent on tasks for any weredragon. This is also the only way a slave had any chance of getting food. Any leftovers scraps sent back were given to the slaves. It was survival of the fittest here, and the biggest slave managed to get the majority of the food. The cook took pity on the younger children and often

Tears slipped down her closed eyes down her cheeks. The maid pulled away from the hug and gave her a warm smile, she wiped her tears. "C'mon you should eat your food," the maid said and brought the food close to Lisa. "What is your name?" "Mia" "How long have you been working here?" "17 years" "17years?" Lisa asked, making sure she heard her right. "Yeah. I started working here at a very young age" She spoke and tears slipped down her cheeks. "After the death of my parents, I was left alone in the street. I ate from dustbin to dustbin but then ma'am laura saw me and took me in to work for her as a maid and I'm grateful to her" mia smiled out tears.

she has to work hard for us to survive. It took several years before she found a decent and permanent livelihood. She was hired as a maid of one of the most affluent family here in our country. What I've heard was that the couple are prominent doctor and businessman whom would be my mom's master. I remembered how speechless I was as we entered in an extravagant and enormous mansion. It was the first time I had seen such a house. As we reached inside the mansion, I could only cling to my mom's cloth while she held my other wrist, afraid that I could break any of the homeowner's entities. All the things here are eminently luxurious that even if my life is an expenditure, it is not sufficient t

"Anything you need, you should ask your maid, Mika. I am not a butler or a nursemaid." Hailey bit down on her tongue, swallowing a whimper. She hadn't done anything to deserve such a curt reply. She had never had a maid in her entire life. When she lived with the Bales, she had been the maid, doing all the odd chores without complaining even once. She was made to understand that she had to work harder to earn her keep and avoid being thrown out of their house—the only home she had known for the longest time.

Iris I didn't know how to explain my miserable life. The man who made it clear that I have to be just a maid didn't bother to treat me well. I was dumb too. I expected a ruthless mafia to care for someone who got the courage to kill him. I was cleaning the utensils in the kitchen when such thoughts crossed my mind. My parents treated me like a princess and here I became just a maid. A few days back when he declared my future in his house, I thought I might be able to escape the hell hole soon. The increasing security stuff and my restricted movements made it clear that I might have to spend my life being an illiterate maid in Bratva's mansion.

While the policy was undoubtedly admirable, it did however not favour people like me who was born weak. In order to avoid further humiliation, I tried my possible best to stay off his path no matter what it takes; which has been pretty easy because what exactly could ever lead to a lowly orphaned omega like me who only survived by working as a pack maid, scrubbing floors from sunset to sundown, crossing paths with the mighty Alpha Malik? Yeah, you guessed right; I didn't think so too. Just as we got to Beta Nicholas's house, the rest of the maids were quick to spread themselves out, and in a split second, every corner of the house was claimed by each of them.

I didn’t dare. If escape was off the table, survival was all I had left. So I worked harder. Faster. Bit my tongue, kept my head down. And, weirdly, people started to notice. Other maids flashed me these little smiles or whispered encouragement when the head maid wasn’t looking. The kitchen folks started sneaking me extra bread. Laundry girls would swap shifts with me. Even the guards, usually stone-faced, gave me those little nods. A month crawled by, and for the first time, I almost felt like I belonged somewhere.

Her life had remained the same for over two years, and she had continued to feed on the first animal she came across. This truly made her so excited that she began to move to bigger cities as it was the place that she could earn a lot of money after all she was someone who was going to live for a very long time and didn’t want to work for an eternity. So working and saving money was a must and the only job that she could get that didn’t require her with a lot of expenses was to become a maid and that is exactly what she went for despite being young. It was that conviction that led her to be in Chandler’s villa as an ordinary maid before getting promoted in just a week so serve that black-bel

"Just because I've never seen anyone leave here doesn't mean it never happens. I, myself am trying to get out of this place just like you. So don't lose hope." May looked up at Kamila's face. "How did you end up in this place?" "I ran away from home and took a job offer from the newspaper as a maid. When I found out what was happening here, it was too late for me to back out. Madame Jade might only command me to work as a maid for now, but it doesn't mean she won't command me to do something else in the future. She always said that if a man was looking for a fat blonde woman, she would throw me to the lions."

“But how do I not? Starting tomorrow I am his personal maid, Mara. His personal maid. What does that even mean for me?” She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “I will not lie to you and tell you it is nothing. Others who held that position before you, some of them did not last. Small mistakes, a spilled cup, a wrong word at the wrong time. He has a short patience and a shorter mercy.” She paused. “But you have survived this far. That is not nothing. People have broken faster than you in much less time. So I think you will be okay.” I looked at her. “How do you stay so steady here? After everything?”