The Housemaid Order Novels & Stories

This was what House Damaris could afford. And she as standing in it like something they had just picked up and placed here. The door opened again before she could think further. Several maids entered, quiet but efficient, each carrying something—cloths, trays, bottles. Behind them came the elderly woman from before, her posture straight despite her age, her presence commanding in a quieter way. “Get everything ready,” she instructed, her voice calm but firm. “We don’t have time to waste.” The maids moved immediately.

I listened to the loud conversations between The housekeeper and the woman whose voice I found familiar and it was confirmed the next seconds as Aunty replied. “Madam, you are right and wrong at the same time!” Aunty’s voice was so calm and cold that it surprise me. This was the first time hearing her sound so cold as she had always been a gentle and loving person. I swallowed hard on hearing the word madam and I knew only Adams's mother could be called that. My heart trembled as I felt so helpless at the moment as she seemed to dislike me, right? The housekeeper’s voice rang out as I was thinking, “My master is Master Adams. And I only follow the orders of my master. He had ordered you not

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.

The door slammed behind me, locking. I narrowed my eyes. “What is this?” One of the maids, with trembling hands, bowed her head. “We've been instructed to give you a fresh bath. To prepare you… for Master Kaelan.” Every cell in my body burned with rage. “I don’t know what the fuck that means,” I snapped. “It’s an order, ma’am,” the other maid said softly. “Well here’s my order,” I said, stepping forward. “Get out.” They blinked, unsure.

I smashed the door down at that point and went to the restroom, saying, "You can do it, Elyse, just fight!" When I spotted a spider, I yelled "Ahhhhhhhhh!" and slipped. I sighed and carefully stood up, my eyes riveted on it. I accepted it, but I scowled because it was only a toy. Is he a child? He's strange, ah, only kids treat maids like this. I tidy up the mess in the space and the paint on the floor after I take a shower. The space is OK; it just requires some serious cleaning and organization.

He loves to appear out of the blue and in the most unexpected way, anyway. Tilting my head up, I notice that the maid was still here, "You want anything else?" I asked. She shakes her head in no. "Okay so do one work for me go to my bride's room and see if she woke up or not and get her ready on time guests will be here any time, and most importantly I want you to be her maid " I ordered her because she seems like a nice lady I would like to have around Elina especially when most of the women in this house is busy hitting on me and Sam and cursing our girls.

"I specifically told you I don't want you here anymore. Give your fucking responsibilities to another maid. Is something wrong with your hearing?" "No, sir, but I can't stop my duties." Mario's face twitched. "I don't have the right to. The lady of the house has to change it herself," Camilla said. Mario clenched his knuckles angrily as he made a step towards her. "Are you saying I don't have the right to order you?" Mario snarled. "No, that's not what I...." He gripped her neck, shutting her up. "This is my mansion and you are my fucking maid. I have every right to give you orders and you must obey them. Do you fucking hear me?"

The maid endured it because she had no choice. But now? Mrs. Whitmore had fallen from grace, and the maid had no intention of showing mercy. “Mrs. Whitmore,” the maid said with a smirk, “the lady’s father is here. Mr. Cross says serve the food. Now.” Mrs. Whitmore scowled. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” “That’s Mr. Cross’s order,” the maid replied innocently. “If you’re not afraid of becoming fish food, feel free to go argue with him.”

"As my maid, you need to apply to the rules and regulations written in this book, you are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed you will be penalized for it." "note that as my maid I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately without no delay, stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing you will be prosecuted, you are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And lastly do not talk when am talking except you are asked to." "Your work starts tomorrow." After reading the article, Ashley pushed the paper away with a sign and sat lost in thoughtful silence. "Is it true?" Chloe asked watching her eagerly.

I asked one of the maids I sighted coming out from the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am. Sir Ignatius hasn't given me any instructions.” She answered, as my eyebrows furrowed. “Is this how things are done here, in this house?” I asked the maid who was already fidgeting. “Yes ma'am, we wait for his instructions. He gets mad whenever any of us go against his orders.” The maid replied, slowly bowing her head. “But I'm his wife now.” I said to the maid, lifting her chin to look at me. At this point, the maid was already confused.