The Housemaid Books In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was also surprised about how the study was so clean and the books were neatly arranged on the shelf, they were all set neatly, and there was nothing like stain or liters on the floor in the study. Blair was wondering why there were so many maid in the house he doesn’t even live in, now she understands why. The mansion was so big that ten maids wouldn’t be able to keep it as clean as it was, that was the needs for so many maids. The mansion was so cleans and she and she saw their works, even the maids at the palace wouldn’t do a great job like this.

The mansion wasn't a small one so it would really be difficult cleaning the whole place. There were nine maids in total, Dorota who was the head maid, Brittney and Marissa who roomed in the first, Jasmine and Mia, also roomies, Mary and Diana, who gave off this kind of weird vibe and finally Alice and I, who stayed in the last room. Alice has been my guide. She explained things better than the so-called Miss Dorota. The maid's outfit was a little bit tight and short on me but that was the only available size. I never really wore revealing clothes so it was hard adjusting to the new lifestyle.

It’s been only a couple of weeks, and I could see the cobwebs pattering the ceilings. Books were scattered at a corner, curtains draped down producing minimal light to the area. The entire place was just the way I left it. Silent. Hands pulling at the plastic wraps I had covered the chairs with, I went uncovering the whole furnitures. Truly the house had been deserted, and there lingered that homely feel which welcomed me properly into the space. The couches remained ever as good, all thanks to the plastic coverings, and the mist I had sprayed everywhere, right before leaving.

She was getting bored. She had been chatting with the household staff earlier, but she got tired of it and fell asleep. When she woke up and went upstairs, her sleepiness had disappeared. She grabbed some old books from the glass cabinet and started reading children’s books. These had been hers when she was little, probably from when she was about five years old because she remembered seeing them before she even had a clear memory. She saw the third living room. The rooms were still the same, but the doors had been varnished with a new color. The mansion was well taken care of.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.

I spent my Friday at home which Dad insisted for me to rest and weekends with the maids. There are thirty maids all in all in the mansion and they were all devided into three groups, bronze, silver, and gold. I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion.

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

Weak, timid, incompetent—those were the kindest words people used. He’s had over twenty maids in the past six months, and none lasted more than two weeks. "Mrs. Beatrice—" "I know what you're thinking." She held up a gnarled hand. "But the pay is triple what I give you. Triple, Sera. You'd have enough for school in two months, maybe less." Two months. I could be sitting in a classroom in two months. Learning mathematics, history, literature—all the things my brothers got to study while I learned needlepoint.

MAY I clenched my fists. I thought I could fake a smile but my face didn’t cooperate with my slyness. She was dressed in a different attire, one that I had never seen since I got to the mansion. The maid stepped backwards as she came forward. “My name is Lydia and I am the current housekeeper. For the next two weeks, I will take up the duties of the butler and manage the maids until Mama comes back. Nice to meet you, Miss,” She smiled at me. Just by taking one look at her, I could tell that she was an opportunist. She was smiling so confidently, not minding that she was caught with my husband last night.