The Housemaid Order Novels & Stories

"They're in charge of the kitchen maids and preparing meals- excellent meals, of course, and they're the ones who entertain and feed guests." It went from four, to eight stepping up in line. This time these ones were younger girls, "good afternoon, madam, we are the housemaids," their uniforms were different from the housekeepers, the butlers and the cooks. They instead wore a simple vintage looking white dress that reached below their knees and black shoes. "Put simply, the housemaids are the cleaners of the house," Martina nodded in their direction and they stepped back.

I hijacked his words as I tucked my hair behind my ear. “No, I’m sure there is…” he paused and looked back at the door which had flung open revealing the head of the maid with the first aid toolbox. “Drop it and leave,” Ethan ordered. “Sorry? Your grace, if only you can allow us to treat her. You just arrived and doing all these will only…” She paused. “Who assigned you as the head of maids? Why would they assign a woman who doesn’t know when to follow orders as a…Get out.” Ethan commanded.

"Your Madam and I are expecting a child. So, I want your utmost attention on her. Cover all the pointy areas in the house, floors, and tiles should not be too slippery. No pollution, so clean the mansion only when Madam is resting or out of the home. I have a list here. From now on, only these foods will be cooked for the next year. This is all for now. If I have any other orders, I will inform you again. Dismissed!" The maids all bowed to him and some gathered enough courage to congratulate him. "Congratulations Master!" Though it didn't show on his face, Christian felt happy and proud when he heard that. He looked at the maid and said, "Double bonus for you this month." Leaving those words

I glared at them. “We’ve been using them to serve Miss Aubrey and her family ever since they arrived here,” The maid said. “It’s going to stop from now henceforth. If you want to serve her anything, use the same dishes and cutleries that you maids use, do I make myself clear?” I snarled. “But, Alpha—“ “I am the lady of this house and if I give you an order, you’re meant to respect it without asking silly questions!” They nodded and hurriedly did as I instructed.

After the maid had mopped the floor, Wendy ordered, "Wipe it again with a cloth." The maid responded incredulously, "Excuse me? You're not the one paying me, so I don't take orders from you." She walked away with the mop. Wendy felt her authority challenged. "Your pay comes from him, right?" She pointed at Stanley. Before the maid could reply, Wendy stood up and said condescendingly, "I am his girlfriend, and soon I will be the mistress of this house. If you want to keep your job, you'd better listen to me."

"They are here to assist you with your bath, señora." "Assist me?" I repeated, shaking my head. "I am not a child. I can wash myself." "Please, señora." The maid said softly, her eyes silently pleading with me to remember the promise I had just made in the hallway downstairs. "You have been through a terrible situation. You are weak right now. It is our strict order to ensure you do not slip, to ensure you are pampered and cared for. Allow us to help you." I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated it. I hated the idea of being touched by strangers in this strange house. But I also remembered the note. My ruin. He wasn't trying to humiliate me… he was demanding that I be treated like absolut

And not just one, but a swarm of them had been cruelly murdered, with no one to blame. While the mood within the mansion remained tense and gloomy, two women dressed in maid uniforms were busy discussing in low tones at some place around the mansion. “Just keep an eye out; I’ll have this delivered to the main bedroom.” “Shouldn’t we send it when everyone is gathered around?” “No, the orders have changed once more. Let’s get this done before anyone notices.” “All right, I’ll let everyone keep an eye on things.” After the two had finished their brief talk, one of the older maids entered the residence quietly and without drawing too much attention to herself.

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses. I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in. "Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last night to let you know how we do things around here," Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast. "Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're

"You're probably one of Young Master's fangirls. If you want to stay here longer, you have to control yourself!" I blinked thrice. Me? A fangirl of someone? Who is she referring to? I didn't bother to ask her who the Young Master is and she proceeded in giving me my first task. Before giving the task, she explained to me about the hierarchy of servants. She introduced me to them first, before the explanation of what their roles are. I met the bodyguards, footmen, kitchen boys, scullery maids, cook/chef, and the housemaids, which I am one of them. Mrs. Cruz introduced me to the head housemaid, who is the senior house maid, Mrs. Jessica Garcia. And her task is to report to the Housekeeper. The

It appeared as though there was nowhere to go. "Everything that happens in this home is on Master's orders, therefore until he gives me permission to prepare the guest room for you, I can not say yes right now; I need his permission," the maid stated with pursed lips. She did not forbid Ana from using one of the bedrooms in this enormous villa, but she did have to make sure her master was aware of everything because even the smallest things at this house were done keeping in mind the choice of their young master.