Novel & Cerita Surviving As A Maid

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.

Slyvia asked. I wasn't willing to give up just yet. With Slyvia acting like this, my life in this place will continue to be a living hell. How am I supposed to survive then? I know that I'm a maid now and I don't have many rights but I am still a person and I deserve to live as one! Not as some animal!

I grew up treated like an outsider even within my own family. I never knew a day like this would come when i would for once in my life, appreciate not having the mark life my brothers. “Thank you,” I muttered quietly. The maid offered a brief smile. “You can come down to the dining hall for dinner,” she said. I nodded, forcing one in return. She turned to leave, then paused as if remembering something important. “By the way,” she began carefully, lowering her voice, “I know I’m just a maid here, but I’ll give you this advice for free. If you want to survive here, drop the attitude — especially around Grey.”

The maid crept around the corner. Surprisingly, there were only two guards on duty. They were standing by the door looking bored, as if they wanted to be anywhere but there. The maid could relate; she would rather not be there at this moment. But alas, it was either: assassinate the Emperor or be tortured by that lunatic Lady Tatya. To ensure that she did the job properly, Lady Tatya said she would ‘take good care of her mother’. The maid’s mother was the only family she had left! The only reason she kept working for the Poplovs was because she had no other source of income. If she knew this was to be the outcome, she would have rathered to starve on the streets.

The scent of rotten fish clung to me, a reminder of the humiliating dousing I had endured. Beneath my breath, I whispered a mantra, a feeble attempt to find solace amidst the adversity. "At least I won't be a sex slave. It's better to be a maid than to let the devil touch any part of my body," I murmured, the words a fragile shield against the harsh reality unfolding around me. The head maid, an imposing figure with an air of authority, greeted us with a disdainful look. "Start work now. We have a big ball to plan, and it's tomorrow evening," she declared, her tone brooking no argument.

She only wanted to help her family, but ended up experiencing a whole new world with the whole boy band. . . . END. * NEXT: Pleasuring the Maid She was a feisty maid, and her new master is surrounded by mystery. When pleasure and resistance collide, will our maid give in or will she continue to resist?

My best friend Magda would always tell me that, but sometimes, I couldn't help but feel like I was living a low life. As I thought about going to my new place of work, I knew that I had to brace myself for whatever lay ahead. In a few minutes, I would be off to cover my duties and chores, and I only hoped that the maids there were at least somewhat decent. Working as a maid was not my dream job, but it was the only thing I could do for now.

I cover my face and trembled. I never expected that day would come, why are you so sick? I wanna die. Again, I wipe my tears and smile, “I've been working as a maid for two years already Mom, I'm cleaning rooms, bathrooms, vinegar of other people and many others, I even work as a mascot for the night but only last month I was eliminated, but, but m-I have a new h-hotel that Mom is in, ok l-lang n-I'm here,” I was breathlessly making the fool out of me.