The Housemaid Book Review Novels & Stories

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Daniel discovers his Housemaids 'other' duties. Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ============= Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and plac

Turns out I was wrong. The door swung open and a red haired lady stood at it with a smile on her face. "Housekeeper?" She asked. I nodded quickly. "Yes that's me. I'm ugh ... here for the interview." I take a peak inside the house and almost gasped. The house looked as amazing as I'd dreamt it to be. The lady followed my gaze and let out a chuckle. "I can see you like the house. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Clara by the way, the one who called earlier."

The room itself wasn't that interesting but somehow I knew it held mysteries, it looked like an ordinary study room with a small siting area and book shelves filling out the rest of the room I looked around the room gliding my hands across the books that looked interesting but found nothing out of the ordinary, just as I was about to give up and head back out a book that was hidden within plain sight with the same color as the door caught my eyes, without hesitation I went ahead about to grab the book, when the door suddenly open and one of the maid came flooding in "who are you and what are you doing in here" she asked with a stern voice "I was just looking around, is there a problem" I rep

Like I was a doll to be polished and displayed. My chest tightened angrily. I wanted to say something, to tell him what I felt. But I looked around me and realized I would be putting myself in danger. Quietly, I followed the maid away from him into the main house. Every corner in the house that we turned revealed more extravagance. There were crystal chandeliers, golden framed mirrors, plush carpets and couches and everything that made the entire place showcase wealth and power.

‘Where is my stuff? The bed has no sheets and pillows too. I went out and exactly I saw a maid passing by while carrying the cleaning cart. “Excuse me?” I called out to her. The maid was returning the brush that she was holding when she looked at me. Her eyes widened before she immediately walked towards me. “Y-Yes, Mrs. Menzel?” I can sense the indifference and uncomfortable feeling in her voice when she talks to me. I suddenly remember that most of the maids in this house are in love with my husband.

I responded. “Well, this is my house.. and every room here. .belongs to me.” She answered. I was quiet for a while, wondering what to say to her. “You should be awake, doing the chores, doing the dishes.. like every responsible house wife should do.” She spoke with disgust evident in her voice. “Apparently, I am not one. By the way, it is the duty of a maid to do all the chores you listed.” I responded defiantly. “No, dear. It is your duty as my son’s wife to do the things that would make him happy and comfortable including making sure his house is neat and well arranged and everything is in order. “

The chief maid brought us some fruits and we ate too and looked at me. She whispered in my ears that Mia was extremely beautiful and I laughed. My chief maid was like a mum to me and always nagged me to get a wife and stop having sex with girls around. Mia complimented my house and said wish she could look round the house. I decided to take her round the house. She jokingly said she wished she was a worker in my house and I laughed and asked what she would be doing in my house. She said she could cook and clean well and I laughed hard. We both finished looking round the house and came back to the living room to rest and continue with our wine.

While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house. Even though none of the girls living in the mansion has seen Mr Ho up close, the only thing they’re familiar with is his voice, side views and really loud intimate sessions his friends have with girls brought from the Harem. Desire picked up the love letter in front of the mirror stand and smiled at the memory of Chang, the guy who had been secretly sending her love letters after they had met on her first day out of the mansion. She’ll be thrilled to see him again. It has been six years and eleven months since Desire was brought into the house and a month to her becoming a

There was room to push. The maid exhaled softly, then stepped aside. “Fine,” she said at last. “But don’t interfere with anything.” Micheala didn’t respond. She simply reached for Bambi, gently easing her away from the maid’s hold. “Come on,” she murmured. Bambi followed without protest. Able to walk but her steps remained staggered and out of control. Micheala supported her. I trailed behind them, silent, my eyes darted around, observing everything. The house was exactly what I expected, expensive, pristine, almost unnaturally perfect. It looked too good that everything about it felt suspicious. Every surface gleamed. Every detail felt intentional.