The Housemaid Order Novels & Stories

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

Let her know the taste, the result of helping me cook. "Sir, there is a guy from the Great Madam downstairs," said pak. Maman. "Horaay! Grandma Uti's the package has arrived!" shouted Amelia immediately ran forward. And we followed her from behind carrying curiosity from earlier. A truck parked out front. There are some boxes there. There was pak Sutar there, Great Madame's confidant. He walked up to us and nodded respectfully. "Afternoon Sir, I am delivering the order from the Great Madam," he said and he gave the code to the car driver to unload the cargo.

But I needed to start cleaning as early as possible, so I left the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. “Sir, I wanted to ask, what would you like me to start cleaning first?” I asked “The living room, the dining room, the kitchen and then my bedroom, in that order,” he answered. I nodded and then proceeded to get the cleaning supplies. “Don’t tell me she slept over last night,” Rebecca whispered. Was I the she she was referring to? Was it Ruby that they were talking about?

Grandma inquired, her words tinged with a hint of acrimony. "Breakfast is prepared," Aubrey replied, swiftly darting back to the kitchen to bring the meal to the dining table. Rising early each morning, she meticulously orchestrated breakfast to be served on time, following in the footsteps of her mother, who had been the Cooper family's loyal housemaid. Aubrey embraced the responsibility of ensuring punctuality in serving breakfast, just as her mother had done before her. Returning with the breakfast in hand, Aubrey commenced serving each individual's portion. All eyes turned to Grandma, who always partook of her meal first, signaling the commencement of the family's breakfast.

“Master Cain asked me— “Shut the fuck up and return her damn clothes." Cutting her off, he ordered. "Cain's only your boss, not mine, and guess who's the maid here with two bosses?” He asked rhetorically, irritation reeking from his tone, and there was a brief moment of silence that I thought had ended the exchange until… “I only answer to Master Cain in delicate issues like this.” Hilda blurted, and Marvin let out a sharp laugh. “Why are his orders so special, huh? Oh, because he fucks you.” He taunted, and there were a few light footsteps fading away before he continued,

As if stopping her from work wasn’t enough, he wanted to feed the baby out of her. “But ma’am, Master..” Another maid tried to argue, but Camilla cut her off. “If he is your Master then what am I? It’s an order from me. Your madam. Take them away,” Camilla ordered. With out arguments, the maids started taking all of the dishes away. “I will be in my room,” Camilla muttered and stood up, to her room. She climbed the stairs up, and reached the hallways. Walking to their room at the end of the hallway.

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

She helped Eden sit up and drink some water and gave her mint, along with some aspirin. Eden didn't resist or care about anything. She kept staring at the ceiling mindlessly. When the woman was about to leave, Eden turned to her and said, "What are you doing this?" "Sir's orders, miss Eden," the housemaid said and started walking out again, her pace faster than before. Eden said, "You have to get me out of here, you can't do this." "I can't," the housemaid said. She turned around and looked at Eden with eyes glossy with tears. "I'm so sorry."

We wet a rag and cleaned our body with it before changing into the maid's clothes and going to the kitchen. " Julia, Maya, I need you guys to clean the chef's room before seven this morning, " the head cleaner ordered and we turned to look at her. " Ma'am, we need to help out in the kitchen, that's where we were assigned to, " I voiced out for the both of us, but got a slap as a reward for it. " Are you trying to defy my orders? I said that both of you should clean the chef's room before seven, " she ordered again and I licked my lower lip. It seemed like I had forgotten the ways of an Omega by living in the house of the higher-ups.

“What about the maid assigned to that house?” “She only comes and goes, sir. Do you have any orders?” She asked. “No.” I reached the elevator, “Just make sure that every time the maid goes to the house, she isn't with a phone, and she doesn't make any form of contact with the person in the house.” “Uh…" She paused in confusion, and my heart dropped. "Has she already been contacting the maid? How? The security cameras? What's going on?” “I think she slips a note to the maid once in a while.”