The Housemaid Series Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Please contact the chief maid who was working at Adrian's house. What was her name again… umm…

Edmond whispered in between their kisses. “No, I would make you beg for mercy.” Lorene chuckled while they both lay on the bed. Hayley opened the door, she welcomed her warmly into her humble abode. Cobwebs had covered her bookshelves and she imagined what the attic would look like. “I think I'm going to do a lot of cleaning.” Hayley said arms akimbo. “You can use your magic.” Valarie said snapping her fingers and the dusty living room turned sparkly in seconds.

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

It’s been only a couple of weeks, and I could see the cobwebs pattering the ceilings. Books were scattered at a corner, curtains draped down producing minimal light to the area. The entire place was just the way I left it. Silent. Hands pulling at the plastic wraps I had covered the chairs with, I went uncovering the whole furnitures. Truly the house had been deserted, and there lingered that homely feel which welcomed me properly into the space. The couches remained ever as good, all thanks to the plastic coverings, and the mist I had sprayed everywhere, right before leaving.

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

I happily thought as I hit my face slightly jollity. I dressed in my outfits, sprayed myself with perfume again, and off I was really to go. I carried my work bag and took my phone. I walked out of my room and made a call, "Hey Martha, come clean the house." And I dropped the call immediately, not waiting for her response. Martha was the woman who always cleaned my mansion baby at home, she was the head of my maids, my chief maid. When I acquired the smaller house, she always came by every time I was not around to clean and now, I know I might invite Adrian over later, I wouldn't want her to meet a messy house.

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.