The Housemaid Books In Order Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 1 Lisa’s POV “Hurry up, Lisa!” our head maid’s voice rang through the hallway. Dragging my tired self down the stairs, I sighed. I had just finished cleaning the last room—Master’s bedroom. In my rush to move on to my next task, I bumped straight into my best friend and fellow maid, Clara.

Having maids in the house was new to her, so she treated them more like aunts and cousins than staff. There were three maids in the mansion. Tessa was the head cook. Jen, who was just a few years younger than Rome, was responsible for cleaning the first floor, the garden, and the garage. Then there was Sara, only eighteen, whom Althea Montemayor had granted a scholarship to attend MIC. Sara worked in the mornings and studied a vocational course in the evenings. Her duties included laundry and cleaning the second-floor bedrooms, which she usually finished by midday, leaving her time to rest or study. She wasn’t required to wake up early on weekdays, but during weekends, she still chose to ris

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Steven declared, and I could see the pained expression on Jessica's face. Is there something I'm missing here? "Whatever!" I scoffed at them, rolling my eyes, and they all burst into laughter, including Brandon. They're a bunch of jerks. I turned my head, surveying the surroundings and appreciating the beautiful decorations. Surprisingly, a smile slowly formed at the corner of my mouth. As I admired the scenery, my gaze suddenly landed on Nancy, Fred's younger sister, who was standing in a corner. My frown deepened as I watched her pour some kind of powder, possibly a drug or poison, into a glass of drink.

"Second night, Mauve is on her way." Saying to herself, she took off her hood and off she ran to her room. Gathering all her spell books, she looked at her reflection with a smile. "This is my chance to make my name weigh. I finally found the library, if it wasn't for Wendell, then I probably would've found it." °°° [A breezing day in the kitchen of maids] "What have we here!?" Mr Toffee waddled in the kitchen and sighed after seeing Amethyst glancing at a book. "If it isn't Rebecca, the most talked-about maid of the Norse palace…." His husky voice squealed right on her face.

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