The Housemaid Novels & Stories

I added. She chuckled softly. “You are so kind. I’m the chief maid,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Oh,” I mouthed, feeling embarrassed by my assumption. Clearly, no one owns a house like this without having maids. It must be nice to have people to take care of everything for you. As I waited for Tiana , I scanned around the house, her home was well designed and beautiful, nothing like mine. My home was old and always had a new problem, it was so often that I had learnt to do most repairs myself and I find myself wishing I was born wealthy.

The housemaid cleared her throat and asked, "Why are you here? And... I think you were not in a good shape because you were crying over there, curled like a baby?" Marian wiped the remaining tears quickly and said, "It's nothing, ma'am. I just... something or dust just went through my eyelashes, that's all." "That kind of excuse was so lame. I knew that you were crying," the housemaid said wisely towards her and put her hands behind her back. She looked at Marian and smiled as wide as she can. Marian stood up from her seat, clasped the folder tightly on her chest, and the housemaid looked through

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

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...

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

"Get up, you lazy bag of bones!" I blinked, still disoriented from sleep. "Who are you?" "I'm Martha, the head housekeeper," she replied curtly. "And you, little miss, are a slave. You shouldn’t be sleeping so late." I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "I'm sorry, I didn’t know—" "Of course you didn’t," Martha cut me off, rolling her eyes. "It’s clear you need a lesson in proper behavior. Slaves in this house are up at dawn. There are no exceptions."

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.

"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."

She beckoned on the ladies to come into the room, and when they got to close range, she spoke to them. "Introduce yourselves.” "Good morning ma'am. I'm Linda, the maid in charge of doing the laundry" the first one said. "I'm Maureen, the cook," the other said. "I'm Mercedita, the housekeeper. My work is to keep the house clean" the third said. "I'm Gladys, I'm in charge of the dishes. I run little errands here and there" the last one said. “I'm Helen, the chief maid. I'll do nothing but supervise the others. Be rest assured, you're in good hands because I handpicked them myself, and I wouldn't do anything against the Sutherland family” Helen said.