The Housemaid Book Series Novels & Stories

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

He just slowly reversed out of the room and closed the door. I quickly pulled on my maid dress, which was awfully tight everywhere and very short. I realised I did not bring my biker shorts to at least hide whatever would be showing. So, I had to just stick with my short dress the rest of the day. I slowly exited the room and walked around tiptoed around the house and carefully opening each door looking for the cleaning tools. I even reached outside and carefully opened the shed out there and landed on the cleaning tools. I grabbed the mop, the broom, a bucket and the gloves and then closed the room.

He informed her, "Let's go into the house." She nodded. Using his jacket, they rushed towards the house. It was a small bungalow made out of the finest marble. As they entered, they headed for the master bedroom. In the bedroom, there was a king-size bed and a shelf of books of many genres. Aiden leaned by the windows, watching the rain pour down. Meanwhile, Elsie began to strip off her wet clothes, leaving only her underwear. Slipping into a pair of flip-flops, she informed him, "I am going to take a bath."

I asked even though I knew the question, making me feel even more stupid. "No Sir." The maid replied, her head still bowed. "Alright then, I would check back later when she is awake." She nodded and I headed to my study room on the other side of the house. A large room that I spent a lot of effort furnishing and took my time to select books from all categories. I could boast of one of the best book collections in the world.

She had nothing to do at home and she was sure Lyla wouldn't talk to her throughout the entire day and as for her mother, she would prefer to stay far away from her until her father finally returns. She let out a sigh, stood up, walked towards her door and locked it. She squatted down, stretching her hand underneath her bed to reach the book she had carefully hidden there. After much struggle she was able to reach the book. Her lips curved into a sly smile, holding the book so preciously in her hand. She laid on her bed, admiring the book. She had bought this book back then to know more about what happens between a man and a woman during their wedding night. Surprisingly, it wasn't only a bo

said one of them and as soon as finished speaking, the four of them began their task, two of them approaching her. She staggered back and sat on the headboard warily, "Wait, what the hell is going on? What are you going to do?" She blurted, stopping them from reaching her. But the maids were like robots "We'll start washing you up Mistress" they held her even though she was protesting. "What? No! I can wash myself! I don't need someone to do that!" They dragged her to the washroom and locked the door, without a warning they stripped her off her pajamas, she gasped and stared at them. "What the hell? Where is my husband? Call him now!" She screamed, but the robots continued their work, bathin

“Young lady, maybe young master Vincent feels lonely in this unfamiliar house after all he just lost his family.” “I know and I hope by befriending him he won’t feel lonely in this house.” wiping her sweats off Quinlynn frustratedly said. “But Mary, he keeps avoiding me! I don’t know what to do!” “Wait a minute, Young lady. I have a perfect solution for your problem.” “Where are you goin- …and off she goes”. Quinlynn helplessly sighed, watching her personal maid eagerly leaving. “So…this is your solution?” Quinlynn looked at the book placed in front of her. The book was covered in a dark green book cover. Looking at this book, Quinlynn somewhat felt an ominous aura coming from it.

The morning aftermath feels rushed, like someone skipped breakfast and went straight for the mundane problem-solving. Somewhere down the hall, the maid coughed. I recognised the cough. Marta, my grey-haired maid. She had the kind of cough that said she’d buried more people than she’d sheets tucked in. But the sound of her cough was deceptive, as I’ve learned the previous evening. Marta was talking low to another maid—it was one of the younger ones I guessed, with eyes of a deer caught in a headlight. “The books were still open when they found him,” the young maid whispered.

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said