روايات وقصص ضمن The Housemaid Series Book 3

said the maid before slipping out of the room living Roslyn alone. “They’re back malady.” Said the maid the moment she walked back into the room. Roslyn dropped the book she was holding on the book shelve. “Oh well, I’ll go see her right away.” She bends down and picked the bucket and the mop and shuffle her way out of the room with Mercy following closely behind. When they got to the seating room, the maid voluntarily reached out her hand for the mop and bucket Roslyn was holding. Roslyn thanked her and made her way to Tess’s room.

She should be rest assured because I won’t even allow her see me naked not to talk of bathing me. I picked up the annoying Lunacy book and I went back to reading it. “It’s not as if I have an option,” I stated with a frown. I was about to flip to the next page of the book when another knock disrupted me. “Not again!!!!” “Come in!!!!!.” I said with annoyance. The person walked in and I saw that it was little maidie. What is little maidie here for? I looked at her and noticed that she was holding a book.

A quick bob of a curtsy. “Sylvie”. My wife says. Who gives me three curtsies. I assume she would have curtsied until her knees gave out if Skye hadn’t placed her hand on her arm and said, “That’s sufificient”. Marta is the final housemaid. One very nice curtsy from her. The lads, George and Thomas, follow with bows. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here at the mansion”. I say.

I muttered under my breath. My thoughts drifted, unbidden, to that infuriating man. Him. The one who’d left me scrubbing this godforsaken kitchen. My grip tightened on the can, and I sprayed the cockroaches again, even though they were already dead. “That’s right. Double dead,” I declared with a satisfied sigh. Finally, I reached for the broom and dustpan to finish cleaning up the battlefield. --- Third Person’s Point of View Across the mansion, one of the senior maids clenched her fist tightly. For years, she had served in this household, loyal and diligent. But now, she couldn’t ignore the unsettling truth: the Master seemed… intrigued by the new maid, Girlie.

Remembering just how I stood here last night and the day I moved out of the room. Regardless, I knocked. “Let’s just get this over with” I muttered, already wanting to be done and leave. But I received no response. Prompting yet for another knock, receiving no response too. It was only on my third trial that I received somewhat of a response. And not the kind I was expecting. “Err, excuse me Sir,” The maid from earlier called, “Madam… Madam is not yet home” Huh? My eyebrows furrowed, “Madam… madam went out, and she’s not back yet.” she repeated, her words registering as I stood there. Surprised, and slightly displaced.

Yasmin rolls her eyes at the three boys, and I shake my head. “Dinner was delicious.” I tell Yasmin. “Thank you dear, why don’t we let the boys talk while I give you an official tour of the house.” She says. I nod yes as I follow her out of the room. I am not sure how they don’t get lost in here. I would get so fucking lost if I lived here. I gasped when she opened the room that was going to be mine. They hadn’t changed much. She told me that Mathius’s room was straight across the hall from mine. I am unsure why anyone would need this many bedrooms, but the backyard was stunningly designed.

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

"What? That's not true! I'm the most handsome—" I just ignored his arrogance. I was still irritated as I strode down the hallway of his house. Damn this house! Why is this so big? I no longer knew which way to go to the kitchen, I wanted to drink water to reduce my annoyance. I've been wandering around every corner of this festival mansion, but I still can't find my way to the kitchen. I'm getting more and more annoyed now, add to my shortness which makes me even more thirsty. During the course of my spin, I found myself in a separate room. I heard voices from that room so I slowly walked closer to it. It was a maid's room, I saw three women in expensive maid's uniforms. It looks like they j

A void that Kai left behind. It was easier to travel the world with her friends than to come home because anytime she entered the house, she was reminded of him. “ This house brings a lot of memories,” she said to no one in particular. She had considered getting a little help. Perhaps a cook, a maid, and a security guard. That will make the house a little livelier. She was going to put out a sign as soon as possible. She thought to herself while climbing up to the room she once shared with her beloved husband, Kai.

Too tight around the arms and too loose around the waist. There were no dresses left. There were no laces to fasten, no silk. They had been taken. Off her closet floor where she had been sleeping. Instead, stiffened fabric and a crumpled piece of paper in pretty script: "No maid will be sent to assist you anymore. You are to do all the regular housework of the caretaker of this home. That is floors, washing, bedroom, and west garden. – Vivian Blackwood" No battle. No conflict.