The Housemaid Sarah Denzil Novels & Stories

I knew it wasn’t gonna be an easy task but I wanted us to at least,that was the only way to be one step ahead of them. “Any question?”I asked with raised brows. “Actually you missed a part”Emily said and stood up to address everyone as if she was in a meeting and continued”I know the in and out of my house,at that time your talking about,maids are gonna be walking about in the house busy with work and we have nine maids in our house asides my Nanny”. She paused immediately as she mentioned her Nanny’s name like she just remembered something and then she snapped her fingers saying ecstatically”Yes!”

Mary responded and curtsied. “She is well behaved at least. A maid, is she?” Lady Sarah asked Zerden, not demeaning herself to address Mary. “Something like that,” he responded, and Mary just stared at him. He knew she wasn’t a maid. Not that there was anything wrong in being one, but as with everything else in the castle, there was a strict hierarchy amongst those who worked there. Calling Mary a maid was like saying Zerden was an errand boy. Mary just couldn’t believe he would do that to her. Her position was one of the few things she had in life. She had worked hard to become one of the top chef’s assistants. He knew that. Zerden offered Lady Sarah his arm and they started walking in the

she said in a hushed tone. Sarah's eyes widened in shock at the maid's audacity. "That's ridiculous," she sputtered. "You shouldn't spread such rumors." The maid just shrugged and walked away, leaving Sarah feeling flustered and embarrassed. She quickly shook off the encounter and went about her business, determined to focus on her mission to help Isabella and the resistance. =====

Sarah. I summoned the courage to move my legs and looked over to where her voice was coming from. “Ma'am! I am Sarah! Your new maid. I was sent by the butler!” I said, and she didn't respond anymore. This is so frustrating; this is the most difficult work I have ever done, and I never thought I would encounter anything difficult here. I only planned to spend a day on this job, but the presence of this mysterious woman helped me feel something.

She shot back, trying to deflect her question. She was just a maid. How dare she speak to her in such a manner? Sarah didn’t care if she was a Lycan, she was confident she could take her on and the maid had to respect her. “Well then? Speak,” Sarah said with narrowed eyes, regaining her confidence. The maid’s gaze narrowed slightly. “I’m Mendy, the heiress’s personal maid,” she said, her tone tinged with pride. Sarah nodded, forcing a nervous smile. “Ah, Mendy. It’s nice to meet you.”

Sarah Lucy was the Miller family's housekeeper, and to be so evil to the mistress of the house, it sent a chill down Fiona’s back. After things were over, she wanted Sarah to take the money and go far away, but Susan disagreed, saying that she could still be of use if they kept her there. Now, it seemed that Susan was right.

Southampton “The curtains need to be cleaned,” Mildred Westmoreland instructed as she walked through the parlor, Tessa and a new girl, Sarah, close behind her. “Take them all down, take them outside, and beat them until the dust is all gone. Do you understand?” “Yes, madam,” Tessa replied with a nod. “How do we get them down?” Sarah asked, but a sharp elbow from Tessa silenced her, and if Mrs. Westmoreland had heard, the question was ignored.

I turned around, and there, standing with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open, was Sarah. Her arms were crossed, but her foot tapped impatiently like a teacher catching two naughty students somewhere. “Honestly, you two,” she huffed, shaking her head with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve got a house with at least Twenty rooms and you choose the living room? What’s this? Free pornography for the maids?” I scrambled to fix my dress, but the fabric was already torn at the shoulder, slipping down no matter how I tugged at it. “It’s not what you think!” I squeaked, which was exactly what someone would say when it was exactly what they thought.

Charles POV I clicked on the bell after a long thought about the Tessia situation. My chest felt tight, my mind clouded with questions I couldn’t answer. I glanced at Mason, who stood beside me, shoulders slightly curled hands, hands buried in his pockets. The door creaked open, and Sarah, one of the housemaids, appeared. She wore her usual black-and-white uniform, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. “Good evening, Mr. Charles. Welcome home,” she said softly, her eyes briefly blinking toward Mason before returning to me.

She said, shut her eyes and then raised her voice like a dog barking at a thief in the middle of the night, "....and I'm going to show you who's more outspoken!" "You can't! What is it?" I retorted, moving closer to her to show her that I'm unafraid. "You this foolish girl. I'm going to deal with you?" Her voice was getting louder and mine as well. It was enough to attract Delvin if he was close by. But when I heard the door creak, thinking it's Delvin, I saw Sarah instead. She was the head maid. She quickly came towards the both of us, separating us and pleading with the mother