The Housemaid Epub Novels & Stories

With happy heart Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possible be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a employees for such high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark ?" a middle aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Fellow me," said the maid servant as she walked straight ahead, while Emily followed her awkwardly.

But right now, with all I’ve beheld I believe him when he said, this was going to make up for home. He was intent on doing just that after Cameron had mentioned to him in the letter that this was our honeymoon. My attention had soon been snatched by polished furnitures stood at an end of the room, and by the window side was a mini flower vase, bearing artificial plants. Centered in the area was a king-sized bed, stacked with pillows here and there alongside a maroon-coloured duvet which looked like it would drown anyone who went in it, and placed on the bed was card, with the words

He’s planning to punish me in his office. God! I’m nervous and excited, both at the same time. I glance at the time on my phone; it’s 1:00 p.m. There’s only one hour left. I need to get ready and pack the items from the playroom that he’s asked for. My lunch is almost done, but I have no time to complete it. I instruct a maid to continue cooking. Life is so unpredictable. In the past, I was the maid of this house taking orders, and now I’m the owner of this house, giving orders to the maid.

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

I immediately started to pack my bags so I won’t forget anything I would need in the house,since I would be living there,I need to take most of my necessities with me,and not forget things that are so important to me. But something took me aback,few years ago I heard my employer lost his wife and he laid off all his domestic worker,why is he looking for a maid all of a sudden and who’s the pay that much,the thought kept coming into my head but I had to just let them go so u can prepare properly,maybe when I get there I’ll have all answers to my questions,I then go about my day. _____________________ On Monday in Marcus Mansion

She takes a long sip from her glass and then says, “It’s just so lovely how quickly things move in this house. From maid to madam. Truly inspiring.” She smirks now with an enquiry look. “You must have craved sex last night ”.

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.”

Gianna moved back to 13th Street. The place still held traces of her grandmother and memories that belonged to their youth. Matteo had once said, "Gigi, I'll keep this house forever. When we're old and tired of all the fighting and killing, we'll come back here and plant flowers." She curled up on the old couch, clinging to memories to survive. Not long after, an eviction notice appeared on the front door. It bore the all too familiar wolf head seal.

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.