The Housemaid Ebook Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.”

"As for your clothes, I handled that myself. You were in no fit state to do it yourself." Serena flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of this stern, judgmental woman seeing her in such a vulnerable state. "I see..." she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as a wave of shame washed over her. The maid's expression worsened. "Don't go getting any ideas, missy. Just because the master saw fit to bring you into this household doesn't mean you'll ever be its mistress. You're just a passing fancy, a plaything to be discarded when he tires of you." she warned in a voice low and laced with contempt.

she answered. “What does she look like then?” Chelsea asked. The maid scratches her nape as she tries to remember what the woman looks like. She looks quite like you, Miss, but she has long red hair. We are almost the same height. She also makes me hurry to call you…” The maid answered while seeming to be in a hurry. It was obvious from Chelsea’s face that she knew who had visited the mansion. “I see. I will be there. Please tell her to wait for me in the living room, and also tell her to not touch anything.”

she and Ms Jane shares the same room. "Wait and see Eve, I will make sure I send you out of this castle by all means." Helen thought. She was planning to get her out of the castle and she knew that the prince is the only choice she have but she did not understand why the head maid was so adamant about making her one of the king's maid. The next morning. The maids are already awake to start their new day, Eve also woke up early to avoid any embarrassment from the head maid. She got ready and waited for the head maid to come, but she did not expect who she saw.

The maid was startled hearing my voice but I gathered myself and stood still, managing to nod my head. “Is there a library around the house or somewhere I can get a book? I'm really bored." The maid turned around and looked over my shoulder. “N-no, I don't think there is, sorry." I turned around and started to walk away. I suddenly stopped when I got to the door and turned to look at myself. The first thing I felt was pity because I felt like I didn't sign up for this and I was getting a whole lot more than I deserved. “There are a couple of books from the Alpha's library. I'm sure he won't notice one or two gone." one of the servants finally informed me frantically in a courteous tone.

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.

Chapter 3 Ella's POV The servants hall was a separate four-storey building located at the East side of the mansion with it's very on pool, pond and garden On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a Glassdoor fridge full of fruit drinks (I was dying to get one, perhaps, a grape flavor), a coffee machine and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries,( wait, is that a croissant)

" I closed the book as I found myself back to the room having this confused expression in my face, see what curiosity had made me do, I never knew that someone was beside the door looking at my every expressions. I was the kind that get easily distracted but once I immersed myself into a particular thing, one could steal from me and I will not be able to explain how it's happened. The book was not one that I needed to hide so I placed it ontop of my shelf, I was startled by the presence of my personal maid as she had been bowing, only the moon goddess knows how many hours she had been in the state. I went towards her and lifted her head up "Is anything the problem?" I asked her