The Housemaid Novels & Stories

She hurried towards the sound and was surprised to see an elderly woman cleaning the kitchen. "W—who are you?" she asked hesitantly. The old woman was surprised but quickly bowed and smiled politely. "Good day, Ma'am. I'm Glory, your new housemaid." "H—housemaid?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Are you sure?" she asked, making sure she heard it right. As far as she remembered, Terrence didn't want them to have a maid because he wanted to make her life difficult so she would leave him and give up. What Terrence didn't know was that she was used to doing all the housework even when they had helpers in her mansion.

Up until noon, everything looked normal. Just as disappointment began to creep in, she suddenly strode straight into my bedroom under the camera. When she came back out, she was wearing my silk sleepwear. She had also put on my jewelry, around her neck and on her hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of red wine, every bit the mistress of the house. At that moment, the doorbell rang. She rose unhurriedly and went to open the door. A young woman walked in.

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”

“Is everyone going to be there?” Lyla’s POV “This is your room,” the young maid said, bowing her head slightly. “Master Horace has asked for me to be your personal maid, if you need anything, you can just call me.” I swallowed and nodded, stepping into the room. “What's your name?” “Marionette,” she replied, smiling. “It's been a while since we had guests. Would you like a bath?” When last had I had a bath? “I suppose so,” I shrugged. None of my bags was with me, instead they were stuck in the car boot downstairs. “I don't have anything to wear,” I murmured.

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.

Maid shivered in terror after hearing her master's dominating commanding voice she said " okay master " ' if I took all the clothes from here then what will mam wear. don't tell me that master wants mam to live without clothes over her body. god! It's so humiliating ' the maid discuss to herself while dumping clothes in a bag. She is feeling pity for the woman who is known as the master's wife and mistress of this house but still, she is too poor even to breathe on her will. And now if her assumption is true then she is too poor to even put clothes on her own body without his permission.

They will enter the main house at certain hours according to the job they hold. Soon a woman about 50 years old came up to the two of them. His face looked firm and dignified. He was Farrah, a butler who organized every servant there. "Good afternoon, madam?" greeted Emily respectfully. The woman returned him with a faint smile and sat down opposite them. The lady was quite friendly as it turned out. "Please introduce yourself and what your purpose is here," the woman said to the point. Emily immediately introduced herself and Sophia, as well as what purpose they came here.

The maid didn't stop till when she shows me all the sitting rooms, bedroom together with senima, kitchen, closet and other parts of the house. I have two house maid and the driver, that means we are four people in the house. In this very day, each one of them had explained him and herself to me clearly. And we finally all of us understands each other very well. I really feel whether am dreaming with what's happening to me now in my life.

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

A smile that could mean a thousand things. "Who are you?" Sienna queried with furrowed brows. "My name is Cornelia. I am the new housemaid," the woman replied. Nothing she did or spoke warranted suspicion from her but there was something about her that was not sitting well with Sienna's instincts. She looked too elegant to be mere a maid.