The Housemaid Epub Novels & Stories

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!"

Mafia’s Maid Ashley gets startled as her alarm roars in the room disturbing her sleep along with Chloe. She had to get up earlier to her master Jeremy as he was a bit demanding about everything. She went to take a bath and wore her dress completing her daily routine. She entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He didn’t tell her anything specific so she was free to choose anything for breakfast.

A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

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...

“Mrs Harris, should we go ahead?,”Amelia was lost in thought that she was deaf to the maid’s question. “Mrs Harris, should I commence the cleaning?” She said again with a higher pitch and Amelia was forced to listen.she gave her a doubtful look and rubbed her protruding belly nervously.In Pamela’s absence,she was the woman of the house,she shouldn't be too scared to do the needful. “Go ahead Martha.” A boost of confidence filled her heart,the handmaid send a signal to the rest of the idle maids who followed her into the darkest room in the mansion.

" My Lord please send a female nurse and examine , Young lady thighs and back ; she will be able to tell whether we spoke the lies or not " The head maid was already sold off to a far away land and this was all because of this Madam of her's! She has been in this house since she was a young girl , now all thanks to this second madam , at such an old age she was sold off to a run down place , how could she not be hateful of her! Thus ; The head maid decided to broke off from her former madam and decided to drag her down along with her ! If she couldn't stay here then what right does this slut of a woman has to live peacefully ? Sir Kaisen looked at the stunned Lady Marie who seemed a little

the maid asked with curiosity. "I am just his secretary, nothing more besides I have a boyfriend, bringing me home here doesn't mean that we have something going on between us."Mariana replied the maid. "Don't be annoyed with me,You are the first woman he brought home,that's why I was curious,"The maid said to her and Mariana smiled at her. "I don't have any reason to be annoyed with her,humans are filled with curiosity,it's not wrong to enquire about something,it's better than gossiping behind the person"Mariana said to her going through the food stuffs and ingredients in order to know which food to prepare.

The housemaids in the house looked up to her with great respect. Compared to Victoria, she seemed more like the owner of the house. However, she was just a maid in the household. Thea looked at the furniture that served as evidence of her once humble existence and smashed them all. Expensive paintings, luxurious ornaments, and magnificent murals, all were not spared. Soon, the villa turned into a mess.

As I slowly regained consciousness, soreness radiated throughout my body, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. Thoughts of the passionate night with Shraf flooded my mind, leaving me feeling kinda weary. Blinking against the brightness of the room, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t alone. A middle-aged woman stood at the doorway, her expression gentle and caring. “Ma’am, I was your new housemaid, Magdalena,” she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Your husband had hired me to take care of you.”