The Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

Erin hurried out of the icebox after she locked it everywhere, she was striving to catch up with Hayley. Ding Dong. The doorbell went after Earnestine tapped it twice. She was with her newfound mystery girl and all the research she had done paid off. They had found where the fourth key lay, Athena was a witch who knew a lot of relics and had a magic book in which a few were written. She studied a lot about magic and she came by to learn a few things about the town. The door opened, and the gleams of the sun which was setting poured into the house. Janeka had cleaned up her mess and ended her crazy party. They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut.

He waved a hand in the direction of a small kitchenette. “Can I get you something to drink? Water? I think I have some soda.” “No, I’m fine,” she replied and clasped her hands tightly in her lap, looking around the cabin. It was temperamental and had a distinctly masculine and transient feel to it. There were two leather jackets dangling from a coat hanger and a few hardcover books and scripts scattered on the table. “I have to say, you are just about the last person I would ever expect to see at my door.”

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.

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.

I didn't know what to do. I looked around to try to orient myself and saw the kitchen nearby. There were the basics: refrigerator, stove, and microwave. I went over there and found some old dishes and silverware. I felt disgusted by them. I looked at a door nearby and realized it was a powder room. It was so ugly that it filled me with even more sadness. I left it and went to another door in the living room. There was a garden at the back. Then, I saw a door under the stairs and noticed it was the compartment for an old washing machine. I immediately thought that there was no clothes to wash there. I almost cried realizing that.

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

Rowan asked, feeling a mix of confusion and concern. "No, ma, we are at home. They are attending to her here," the maid replied. Rowan stood frozen, holding the key, wondering why her mother would be at home when her health had deteriorated once again. She felt the urge to question the maid about why they didn't take her to the hospital, but she sensed it would be futile. Instead, she decided to go to the house to join them.

"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."

Prince Marihl sneaked books and kissed the maid's fingers. Wren had never told a soul of such memories. She still carried them under her tongue like a rusted blade, never fully swallowed. Wren touched a stalk of dried lavender. So young, that maid had been. Too brave, too clever. Always asking about books no maid should be asking about. Always sneaking bites of lemon rind and talking about freedom like it was something you could wrap in a scarf and carry under your blouse. A burst of gossip snagged her attention near the vegetable stalls.