The Housemaid Order Novels & Stories

"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."

Vivian scoffed. "I'm not following orders because of the money, it's because you're my mistress." The maid responded then she got on her knees and bowed to Vivian. Vivian's curiosity got worse by her actions, "What's your name?" Vivian asked. "Maria." "Alright, Maria. Go dress your wound and get someone else to come clean this place up." Vivian ordered the maid and she left. Vivian stood there staring at the scene where everything took place and was still in shock.

I sat quietly on the single sitter couch, watching as they cleared the table and began leaving. “Get Mei to this place as soon as possible.’’ I ordered. Normally I possessed an ordering tone. Well, everyone had to serve me anyways so no one dared to complain about it. Probably an advantage of being a Beta's daughter. It was just a matter of minutes before my door burst open, earning a levelled frown on my face. My three so-called handmaids rushed in immediately with their heads bowed. “We are so sorry my lady, we thought you would be busy with the Alpha. The head maid sent us on errands.’’ They explained before I even asked.

, she spat out. “Yes, you may hate me, but it doesn’t remove anything from my body. Now, you said you could work as a maid. I need a maid. So you will be my maid. You will do everything that needs doing in the house and you will also be my escort whenever I need one”, he said to her.

"I know she has been cruel to you. I know she has threatened to fire you. But I want you to remember whose name is on this house. I want you to remember who has taken care of your families for years." The maids looked at each other. They were silent. "Today," I said, leaning in close, "you will only hear my voice. If she gives an order, you will forget it. If she asks for coffee, it will be cold. If she wants her breakfast, the kitchen will be closed for 'cleaning.' Do you understand?" A small smile started to grow on Mrs. Gable’s face. She put the tray down. "You mean... we don't have to listen to her?"

Lucas ordered one of the maids to lead her to her room, As she followed the maid to her room, Andrianne couldn't help but notice how opulent and luxurious the house was. The hallway was adorned with exquisite paintings and elegant furnishings, and the air was infused with a delicate scent of lavender. However, none of this impressed her at the moment, as her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her mother and her father's callous actions.

The smell of butter-covered bread teased her as soon as the door was opened. “Looks like you’re in the wrong room,” she said to the maid girl in the maroon and black uniform in front of her. The girl smiled kindly at her. “This is an order for room number three, and while working here, all I know is this is room number three,” she explained. “This is room number three, but I didn’t order anything.” “I’m just delivering orders, and it says room number three. Look.” The girl handed over a full receipt with several items ordered on the list, but strangely there was no price or total quantity of all the food ordered. It only says ‘Paid Off’ at the bottom of the list.

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

With happy heart Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possible be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a employees for such high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark ?" a middle aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Fellow me," said the maid servant as she walked straight ahead, while Emily followed her awkwardly.

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.