Surviving As A Maid Novels & Stories

I hoped in all the gods that there were that Alpha could forgive Mia. “I was a maid too. For years, actually. I know how it feels to be under someone’s supervision. I know that as a servant, all of my every moves was being watched and assessed if I needed to be punished or not. While we have a different situation, I can still relate to her,” I explained fully.

“ Her impatience is growing, but she'll get the love she deserves.” I stood frozen, tray pressed to my chest, pretending to adjust a napkin that didn’t need adjusting. This is the first time I’d heard them speak of another woman like this. Like she was someone special and they wanted to spoil. Who was she? A new maid they were bringing in? A mistress they kept somewhere else? Or just some casual hookup they talked about with that, appreciative tone? I felt a strange unwelcome heat that made me want to disappear faster. I slipped back inside before they could notice the way my fingers tightened on the tray.

" about me? What's so interesting to talk about me? " I asked them. " that....." they hesitated. " just say it. " I said while drinking the water. " Madam, we were talking about why you didn't die yet? " said the maid with their head down. cough!! what? " why? do you want me to die? " I inquired them. " no madam not like that. because you are the only one who is surviving for long as Master's wife. " said the maid. " I am the only one means? .. " I asked them with my confused look.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Her arm wrapped around me, hugging me tightly as to comfort me “the faster you submit to him, the easier things would be. Believe me, a lot have tried the same methods in this house, and none of them has ever survived…” “I do not want to survive, he can kill me if he wants to. Just let him stay the bloody fuck away from me” I snapped, pulling away from the maid. Her amber eyes widened in surprise before she took a deep breath, composing herself. Fixing her brown hair, she stood up, taking a step back to stand beside the other two maids

“Keeping a low profile is your key to survival.” I wasn’t going to argue with that. I knew she was right and that was exactly what I was planning on doing. … As the days went on, I started to get to know the other maids a bit more. They seemed to enjoy gossiping, except for the head maid, who hardly ever acknowledged me except to yell. I was constantly being watched and ridiculed at the smallest misdemeanor. I was thankful I hadn’t had any run-ins with the Roessler family. They were probably afraid to approach me now that she was living in the maid’s courters and being watched. Especially Bob. He wouldn’t dare try anything now that there were eyes on me.

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--“

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

My dreadful father had always wondered how I miraculously stayed alive, despite all the hate around me. Even the Omegas were not treated as harshly as I was. I survived by staying low, quiet, and obedient while studying every nook and corner. Every character. And every careless gossip. Being a servant is what I’ve done my whole life. It silently gave me access where others couldn't reach. With it, I tricked the guards, prevented rape and deadly schemes from Miranda and Beth.