The Housemaid Series Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anyone who did not know better would think no one lived here. Matteo's gaze swept over the nightstand. Their photo together used to sit there, but now it was completely empty, leaving only faint marks. He went to the walk-in closet next. The wardrobe was full of this season's haute couture, all sent according to Gianna's measurements, but she had not even removed the tags. Instead, in the corner, the few old cotton pajamas she usually wore were gone. The kitchen counter was spotless. The mugs printed with their cartoon faces had also disappeared.

The head maid asked looking at the other maids in the room for an answer. "I told her. she said she was not hungry." The girl Liz, replied looking back at the woman. "She is not hungry?" The woman said laughing and repeating the word again as if to stick the word to her brain. "Do we have a new girl?" A girl named Helen asked looking at the woman. She's the head's maid assistant and a maid to the queen, she also sometimes follow the head maid to serve the king. "Yes. A new maid to the king, can you believe that?" she said smiling. "She was brought here by Mr Travis to be a maid to the king."

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

She hopes to find something to use and so she can peel it. She did not fail. She finds bolo in the ground. She used it immediately. Third and my situation is just like getting married. I am a housewife who is kind and will prepare food for my dear husband. Haha! It was good that she was trained in hard food. anything she eats even hotdog she wants foot long, large, small size with Cheez, she wants. She wants nothing she never refuses any kind of food.

‘Where is my stuff? The bed has no sheets and pillows too. I went out and exactly I saw a maid passing by while carrying the cleaning cart. “Excuse me?” I called out to her. The maid was returning the brush that she was holding when she looked at me. Her eyes widened before she immediately walked towards me. “Y-Yes, Mrs. Menzel?” I can sense the indifference and uncomfortable feeling in her voice when she talks to me. I suddenly remember that most of the maids in this house are in love with my husband.

The latex-clad maid took our coats and hung them on a wooden hanger placed a few feet from the large fireplace. On a closer look, I discovered that the latex was the only thing the maid had on. I could see her pierced nipples on the clothing. "Please make yourself comfortable, while I get refreshments," The beautiful housekeeper said. I nodded and smiled politely as I joined Elizabeth in the large living room. I sat near her on the large sofa she sat on while Frank and Pamela sat together with a respectable distance between them. I wondered when the Queen would show up. The housekeeper came back with a tray of four glass cups and a bottle of red wine. She went ahead to open the wine with a l

Izora felt the eyes of the mansion itself watching her as they passed golden mirrors and huge oil pictures of men in dark suits with eyes like Kaiser's. Their arrival found them in a peaceful study room with soft, navy-blue walls and books. One large window let sunlight flood the centre polished wood table. The air smells vaguely of new flowers, aged paper, and cologne she had started to link with power. The maid moved for her to sit. Izora watched. Before her was a neatly bound leather book. The cover page is Household Protocols. "You are expected to completely abide by these guidelines," the maid remarked quietly. “Otherwise, there are consequences.”

“Good luck with Freya. You’re going to need it.” Before I could respond, a sharp voice called from the kitchen. “Liana!” The maid sighed lightly, the smirk never leaving her lips. “Duty calls,” she murmured, and turned to head toward the kitchen. I watched her go, my thoughts buzzing. Between the ice cold daughter, the breathtaking mother, and now this mysterious maid who seemed to know more than she was saying, this house was already turning into something far more complicated than I expected. I sank deeper into the sofa, pretending to focus on Game of Thrones, but the moans and heavy breathing on screen weren’t helping.

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.

“Ma’am, you can't be here. This is a… “ the maid trailed off as Aurora raised her hand without looking up at her or shifting her focus from the book. The maid froze and Aurora opened the book. It was an ancient book of spells and it was way better than the one Lucino burnt or the one she was reading in Tanya’s place. Aurora closed the book and finally turned to the maid. “Oh,” she muttered and stared at her as she walked towards her. She got to her and poked her cheek. There was no movement from the maid. Aurora smirked and headed out of the basement with the book. She got out and snapped her finger. The maid in the basement regained consciousness and wondered what had happened or what she w