The Housemaid Novels & Stories

Hans said before leaving the maid candidates. "I heard that the young master in this mansion had a failed marriage, so he needs to vent his anger over what happened to his future wife," someone whispered behind Lynda. "They say he's also disabled, if we qualify to be his servants, will we be able to last a month? Many say he's also very cruel and now I'm hesitant to continue being a maid here, it's just that the demands of my life that need this money can't avoid work." Mia turned to look at the two women whispering behind her, "Will you shut up? If he heard what you just said, who knows what will happen to you next!" Mia said and the woman snorted.

“I’m in charge here, and if you ever defy or question me again, I will have you sweating it out in the garden! Remember you’re just a common maid. Know your place.” I nodded weakly, swallowing my arguments. Her words cut deep, but I had to control my tears from forming. Eight years, I’d worked so hard and given it my all to have a better life, but still, I hadn’t gone anywhere far, and now I was just some common maid, a nobody. At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if Luke had never called off our wedding. This was all my fault. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes now, but still, I couldn’t let myself give in.

The head maid asked looking at the other maids in the room for an answer. "I told her. she said she was not hungry." The girl Liz, replied looking back at the woman. "She is not hungry?" The woman said laughing and repeating the word again as if to stick the word to her brain. "Do we have a new girl?" A girl named Helen asked looking at the woman. She's the head's maid assistant and a maid to the queen, she also sometimes follow the head maid to serve the king. "Yes. A new maid to the king, can you believe that?" she said smiling. "She was brought here by Mr Travis to be a maid to the king."

She could not let that happen. She blocked Lana's path and said, "Listen, you are no longer welcomed here in this house or in Stanley's life." But I am his wife." Lana replied. Savy smiled and slapped her hard across her cheeks, "How dare you? I can see you've gotten some spine because Stanley decided to look at you or allow you to substitute for me. You now think that you have a right to speak. Do not forget that you're a maid bought from the market, and your purpose in this house was temporary. Do you think you'll become Stanley's wife and spend the rest of your life by his side?"

Heather got up and opened the door, revealing a chubby woman whose hair looked as dry as weeds and her waist thicker than a bucket. She was wearing the same clothes as Heather, which caused her to frown. “Who are you?” Sarah scrunched her nose. “Who am I? I’m this mansion’s housekeeper. How long are you going to carry on sleeping, you lazy slave?” Heather rubbed her temples. “I thought I was the only slave here in this mansion.” Sarah scoffed. “That’s right, you’re the only one here. The rest of us are employed.” Heather’s expression darkened.

, she spat out. “Yes, you may hate me, but it doesn’t remove anything from my body. Now, you said you could work as a maid. I need a maid. So you will be my maid. You will do everything that needs doing in the house and you will also be my escort whenever I need one”, he said to her.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

But I had no choice but to follow them. I'll just avoid him That's if he's there And I don't think he'll stay where we're cleaning. He won't even come close to us. I took the vacuum cleaner and wore my gloves. The other maids were with mops, buckets, broom and brush. There was also another vacuum cleaner with them. We went inside I just love this living room Kay : Blue Maid, I'm sure you love her more than any of us I smiled Susan : of course she does. I really don't know why she's so obsessed with the blue color

Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid coffee just had to fall over onto the floor. "What the actual fuck, Emma!" "I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--" "Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?" The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist. "Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.