The Housemaid Ebook Novels & Stories

The room fell silent, with all eyes on her lavish shoe. "So, tell me, what’s the meaning of all this?" Chief Eileen sneered, her gaze sweeping the room. "I have shoes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you’re quibbling over a mere $100,000? It’s almost... amusing." She raised an eyebrow and her expression full of disgust.

This big stupid house had more ears than walls. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth. ‎ ‎I knew they whispered sometimes everyone in houses like this did but hearing it out loud? Hearing me described like some embarrassing soap-opera disaster? ‎ ‎That one hurt. ‎ ‎I stepped into view. ‎Deliberately. ‎ ‎Their faces drained of color instantly. ‎ ‎The first maid tripped over her own feet trying to stand straight. “Miss Miss Vivienne” ‎ ‎“You forgot to whisper quieter,” I said calmly. Too calmly.

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

Even her smile was practiced, delicate and distant. "Thank you," I murmured, trying to return her politeness. As she turned to lead me out, I found myself thinking of stories I had read where the maids were often scheming or bullying and hating on the female leads that their masters brought home. This thought made me a little weary but the maid acted very polite and it gave me no reason to be. It made me equally remember the other romance stories I've read which often painted maids as mistreated or overlooked by wicked female leads. But here, this maid and Mr. Wilson carried themselves like they were part of the mansion's elegance, like they belonged to its rhythm. Or maybe that's what I tho

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Daniel discovers his Housemaids 'other' duties. Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ============= Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and plac

She helped Eden sit up and drink some water and gave her mint, along with some aspirin. Eden didn't resist or care about anything. She kept staring at the ceiling mindlessly. When the woman was about to leave, Eden turned to her and said, "What are you doing this?" "Sir's orders, miss Eden," the housemaid said and started walking out again, her pace faster than before. Eden said, "You have to get me out of here, you can't do this." "I can't," the housemaid said. She turned around and looked at Eden with eyes glossy with tears. "I'm so sorry."

She should be rest assured because I won’t even allow her see me naked not to talk of bathing me. I picked up the annoying Lunacy book and I went back to reading it. “It’s not as if I have an option,” I stated with a frown. I was about to flip to the next page of the book when another knock disrupted me. “Not again!!!!” “Come in!!!!!.” I said with annoyance. The person walked in and I saw that it was little maidie. What is little maidie here for? I looked at her and noticed that she was holding a book.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...