Surviving As A Maid Novels & Stories

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

Living is not easy. For me, being both a Stealer and a maid is very hard. Days have passed since my first day of working as a maid in the castle, and I could already say that it was far more difficult than I had imagined, especially when it came to keeping my temper at bay.

The chill in the room forced me to shiver as I hurriedly stood and pulled on my plain gray uniform, the coarse fabric scratching against my skin. "Time to work, Val," I whispered to myself, forcing my legs to move. The scent of cleaning supplies and stale air greeted me as I stepped out, a stark reminder of my place within the pack hierarchy. Being a maid in the Blue Fire Pack wasn’t glamorous, but it was survival. I had long since resigned myself to the monotony—scrubbing floors, laundering clothes, and ensuring every surface of the grand mansion gleamed under the ever-watchful eyes of the Luna Dowager.

Only for Carlos to come in after and violate me. My heart clenched to the memory. At least these strange people are not going to lock me up. Being a maid is better than getting raped constantly. It is better. I am going to be working for them. No one will touch me. That was what I was scared of. I can't get raped again. It would kill me. I am already traumatized. I can't go through it again. It will definitely kill me. I can work diligently as a maid. I haven't worked before, but I am willing to learn.

Virginia was focusing on her job as a maid. She was getting used to work like a real maid in the mansion. She knew well when to wake up, prepare the dishes, cleaning the rooms and any other activities. When she was a lady in that mansion, she used to see how Susan and the other maids did their jobs. She has mastered almost everything about the chores. She believed that no one would ever find out about her real disguise.

I knew I had to mind my own business, focus only on my job, and stay out of his way if I wanted to last in the job. Granny introduced me to the head maid, Lucia, and the other maids. Lucia smiled and welcomed me warmly. But the other maids looked at me like they already hated me. Their eyes felt like sharp daggers. The only ones who didn’t give me that cold look were Lucia and a pretty maid named Amy, who smiled and introduced herself kindly. Granny turned to me with a smile and said, “Come, let me show you to your room.” She pressed a button on her wheelchair, and it started moving on its own.

Were they both that shameless? My whole body began to shake, it's responce was with laughter that was the only way it could hide the pain. Of course they were that shameless! How could I even forget? Look at me ,It wasn't like I was working as a maid because it was my lifelong dream, I had to do this because it was my only way to survive after they took everything from me.

She shakes her head, “You’re just an eighteen-year-old girl who got no life skills whatsoever. How are you going to survive?” “You do realize I’ve been working as a maid for weeks now.” I point out, looking around discretely to find anything I could use as a weapon. “Oh, please. What about identification? You don’t have an ID or a birth certificate. No one would employ you.” “Then I’ll live as a homeless beggar!” I retort, “I’ll eat garbage and sleep on the streets. Anything is better than living in that Goddess forsaken castle and letting you all use me like I’m some tool.”

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”