The Handmaid's Tale Novels & Stories

Right now, I don’t see how it could ever be rainier than this. “Call channel 12,” I tell Crystal. “Get Maxine Handover on the line.” Crystal’s eyes go wide. “The anchor?” I expected her surprise. Maxine Handover is a legend in this town. She’s in her sixties now, mostly retired, but still delivers the news once a week as she has for forty years. Her voice is most trusted among the people, and has been for many years. She has a wall of her house entirely dedicated to her trophies.

I had to fight the urge to cover myself as his predatory eyes roved over me, my hands clenching into fists as I felt the embarrassment and humiliation of being viewed this way. He reached out and touched my hair again, my heart shuddering from just that simple move he made. He pulled away from me and started undressing and I stuck more closely to the door. I was so close to it that I felt that if I were to back into it anymore, it might have broken. As much as I wanted to tear myself away from him, I couldn't help staring as he got undressed. It wasn't that I had sexual feelings in my mind as I watched him but amazement because I had never seen an actual man naked before.

I was just lying down on the soft mattress enjoying the peaceful serenity of the room before I heard a faint knock on the door. "Come in" I said as the door handle was twisted and three ladies walked in,each having a smile on their face. "Good day ma'am, I am Sarah, this is Lana and that is maggie" the first one said to me gesturing to the others as she introduced them to me" we are your handmaids ma"

All the maids are wearing uniformed material. Immediately the car stops at the car pack. A guard opens the door for me to step aside. A young girl around Merlins’ age rushed to me with a bowed head. “My name is Annabel, and I will be your new handmaid,” she introduced herself. My eyes scanned her from the hallow of her shoes to her ponytail-packed hair. Then it found Diana. She had followed me because she wanted to be with me. She is the only loyal servant who was by my side.

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

Plus jewelry, left hand carrying a small lacy bag and the right hand carrying a hand fan. We are like daughter and mothers from the Victorian era! ***

25 The Return Trap Haven City was beautiful, nothing like the small town Tessy had grown up in. Yet as her eyes swept over its glittering streets, only bad memories rose to the surface. Memories that should have been buried long ago. Memories of her childhood, of the orphanage, of pain she never wanted to relive.

“One of the kitchen handmaids requests a word with you, Alpha.” I let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension curl deeper in my spine. “Send him in,” I muttered, pushing the parchments aside and sitting back in my chair. I expected the usual — a supply shortage, a dispute among staff, maybe even a spilled meal. But the second the young male handmaid stepped in, fidgeting with the hem of his apron and refusing to meet my eyes, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He hovered at the threshold, pale as a ghost, until I said. “Out. All of you. Now.”

They were the ones who had mistreated her, so why was she the one starved and punished? The cake was ripped out of her hands. Cream splattered onto the floor, and Mia slipped barefoot, crashing hard to the ground. Her clothes and hair were smeared with frosting. Tears streamed down her face. She lay there, humiliated and powerless. It felt like every last defense she had was gone, leaving her bloodied and bare.

That makes me wonder if she was bringing the malls inside the room until they stopped, leaving the entire floor packed with paper bags. I shifted my bewildered gaze to Megan, thinking she was done, but she snapped her finger again before I could utter a single word, and a brunette-haired girl in a uniform dress of black and white apron on top with no more than a year older than me came into the limelight. “And I want to introduce your personal handmaid, Hana.” Megan motioned the maid girl to come forward. “She will be the one attending to all your needs.” My own handmaid? Hah, Damon really thinks that getting me pampered is one way to get me to change my mind and forgive everything he has do