Novel & Cerita The Housemaid Books In Order

But I couldn’t do that until I found the thief and brought them to justice, and I sure as hell couldn’t do that with all the noise coming from downstairs. Twitching back the drapes that had been closed over the window looking down at the main floor, my eyes swept across the scene playing out below me. There was a woman on the pole. Her movements were jerky and unsure, and for a second, I found myself watching her with interest.

"As my maid, you need to apply to the rules and regulations written in this book, you are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed you will be penalized for it." "note that as my maid I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately without no delay, stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing you will be prosecuted, you are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And lastly do not talk when am talking except you are asked to." "Your work starts tomorrow." After reading the article, Ashley pushed the paper away with a sign and sat lost in thoughtful silence. "Is it true?" Chloe asked watching her eagerly.

"Don't you dare say no! My dress is pretty you must be eyeing and fantasizing it! How can such a maid afford a dress like mine! Your really a piece of trash!" "What the hell is going on here?" Madam Min heard Anna screamed when she was going down stairs ahe rush where the scream coming from "Aunty! It's her again! She dirtied my clothes! Why on earth did this trash always there whenever I am!" "You! How dare a you! I can't wait for your contract to end if only not for the contract I should have fired you not long ago! You are disgusting trash" "I'm sorry madam..." Belle doesn't want to explain herself, she knows what's going to happen next. She bowed and just listen to what they say

Shaking her hands dhe picked up the paper. "Thank you, can you accompany me to this address?" I said. "Yes, the third ordered you from me." He laughed. Third.. I miss him and my baby! "Are you okay?" It asked him. She nodded. "Yeah! I still can't believe he wants to see me?" When he changed the subject. It was as if he were floating on a cloud of joy. +++ She saw a large Mansion. The big gate opened. She entered immediately after it opened. It also closed voluntarily.

Ray had made it clear that the parents had warned them to stay clear of my path. I didn't want to lose my only job, I couldn't afford to. A few hours later, I had already changed Bryson's beddings, made Ray's bed and now I was unpacking. The room was pretty good for a housemaid like me. It had a canopy bed, dresser, Tv cabinet and a walk in wardrobe. I only had a few clothes, the closet was so big for my few old tees and sweats. I didn't own any jewellery, not even a single pair of earrings. Mmmh I'll just leave my clothes in the suitcase like before, and just take out my toothbrush.

Mica Something changed in the house after that night. I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it started, only that within a few days of the grave visit, I began noticing small differences everywhere I turned — subtle at first, then increasingly impossible to ignore. "Miss Hale, allow me." The butler appeared at my elbow before I'd even fully reached for the stack of books I meant to carry upstairs myself, taking them gently from my hands. "You shouldn't be lifting anything heavy." "They're paperbacks, not furniture."

The poor maid probably thought that she was sleeping with the alpha and was judging her for it, not knowing that their beloved alpha had locked her in here without her consent. The maid started to clean the room, starting with the bed. She picked up the pillows and bed sheets that Aella had flung to the ground and began laying the bed. Aella went back to her perch on the couch and picked up her book, trying to continue her reading. But she couldn't continue with the book while the maid cleaned up her mess. The guilt was slowly eating her up. After a few minutes, she threw the book down on the couch in frustration and stood up. "Here, I'll help you clean up." She said and began picking up the

The one who said I’d never be good enough, just like my mother wasn’t. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe with that familiar disgust. “Straighten your dress, Mrs. White.” I clenched my jaw but obeyed. There was no use arguing with her. Once satisfied, she stepped aside. “You may come in.” My chest tightened, but I stepped forward. Back into the belly of the beast. As I stepped into the house, the maids lined up neatly on each side of the long hallway, bowing their heads. There were ten of them. Five on the left, five on the right. All dressed in uniforms. They looked as though they were part of a show.

"They're in charge of the kitchen maids and preparing meals- excellent meals, of course, and they're the ones who entertain and feed guests." It went from four, to eight stepping up in line. This time these ones were younger girls, "good afternoon, madam, we are the housemaids," their uniforms were different from the housekeepers, the butlers and the cooks. They instead wore a simple vintage looking white dress that reached below their knees and black shoes. "Put simply, the housemaids are the cleaners of the house," Martina nodded in their direction and they stepped back.

Then the maid slammed the door of the closet and and left the room. I slowly began to look at the layout of the room. The maid's room was not much furnished except for the beds and a few chairs. There was a yellow lamp beside the bed, and the chairs were obviously rotten and not getting the chance to be replaced. I thought of Emily, the woman who could safely be a blood slave in Leonardo Elliot's house, who dressed and spoke differently from the blood slaves here. Perhaps Leonardo Elliot was the supreme authority, so his blood slaves were different from other blood slaves.