The Housemaid Mga Nobela at Kwento

I exclaimed as the middle-aged woman was wearing a black dress, average height, with a slender body. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Madonna Kai, Master Richard’s housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room,” she said, and I sighed with relief. “Alright.” I swiftly went to pick up the pen and the document and hurriedly followed her downstairs. As we arrived at the front door of the guest room, Madonna stopped in front of the door and pushed it open. “You may use this room. Will you need anything else?” she asked.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

One of the maids from the main house overheard her and suddenly stepped forward, slapping the nurse hard across the face. “Who do you think you are, talking like that?” the maid snarled. “We only listen to Madam. That homewrecker in the wheelchair doesn’t deserve anything! She’s just a cheap slut trying to steal Mr. Hale from Madam. She should be grateful we even let her stay here instead of throwing her back to the streets where she belongs!”

"Father when picking a good housemaid, she should not be as beautiful as me. If she is going to be by my side and follow me, then she should be invisible to everyone other than the person whose hands she waits on. She must take good care of only me. If I get all of the good qualities in a maid, I am set for success. Then instead of her serving me, she is going to have eyes for my husband instead. Father we have to pick one who is average looking so all the attention will be on me when I enter the room." The small missus of the house strutted around the yard as all the prospective maids were standing in an odd formation around the courtyard.

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.

I didn't want to remember that I was alone! After a few hours of crying, I began to feel that my tears were drying up. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight, so I got out of bed and picked up the box that I had dropped on the floor as soon as I went upstairs, where the uniform was kept. It was like a horror movie to open that box, it contained the prelude to a great nightmare, I took a deep breath as I looked at the garment, it was very reminiscent of the uniform of one of the maids at my old mansion. "I want my house," I mumbled sadly, it was so frustrating and so unreal to be living through all this, even though it was almost two months since I moved in, it was still all a bit o

Mom laughs, "I'll get the maid to make you both a full breakfast." I grin, "The maid?" Mom's eyes roll, "Yes, she's a housemaid who also cooks because both Harrison and I are completely useless. She's here today as she's cleaning the house." "Cool, what’s her name?" I ask, "Has she always worked for Harrison?"

"As for your clothes, I handled that myself. You were in no fit state to do it yourself." Serena flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of this stern, judgmental woman seeing her in such a vulnerable state. "I see..." she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as a wave of shame washed over her. The maid's expression worsened. "Don't go getting any ideas, missy. Just because the master saw fit to bring you into this household doesn't mean you'll ever be its mistress. You're just a passing fancy, a plaything to be discarded when he tires of you." she warned in a voice low and laced with contempt.

"For personal assistant, I don't know anyone that need a assistant" Ruth said, "Do you know where I can get a job as a housekeeper or housemaid?" Doyin asked, "Why do you choose to work as a maid, are you not a graduate?" Ruth asked, "Yes, I'm a graduate, but I have my reasons for choosing to work as a maid" Doyin said, "But house chores used to be tedious and tiring" Ruth said, "You are right, but my job In the house Is not just a maid, but a maid to a widower, a single dad, or a maid to a elderly men, and that's how I can make fast cash" Doyin explained,