Romans & histoires The Housemaid Series Books

While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house. Even though none of the girls living in the mansion has seen Mr Ho up close, the only thing they’re familiar with is his voice, side views and really loud intimate sessions his friends have with girls brought from the Harem. Desire picked up the love letter in front of the mirror stand and smiled at the memory of Chang, the guy who had been secretly sending her love letters after they had met on her first day out of the mansion. She’ll be thrilled to see him again. It has been six years and eleven months since Desire was brought into the house and a month to her becoming a

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."

Jazlyn muttered quietly. The girl had climbed the stairs again carefully then turned off the light and closed the secret door again. Now, Jazlyn has changed the mode of her cellphone and is ready to go back to her room, but then she realizes that Jazlyn has deliberately turned the shower on. Jazlyn had now slightly dampened her hair and turned off the shower and put a towel on her head. The girl stopped when she opened the door. A maidservant looked at him very sharply. Jazlyn remembered it. The maidservant is the head of all the household servants in this house.

So I moved to the living room afterward; I cleaned the floor, the chairs, the books, and all that which ended up taking the whole day. By the second day, I moved to clean the other parts of the house and at the end of the second day, I was done with all the house chores. So I had spent today, the third day, looking through the books in the living room and they had turned out to be quite interesting which was a surprise. I was confused about how the books managed to be cut out to a female's tastes but that thought wouldn't have been a major disturbance if not for the fact that I found the closet of the bedroom stocked with female clothes.

“You think you can just fire me and walk away like nothing happened? Well, guess what? You’re not innocent either.” The manager took a step back, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” The clerk let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play dumb now,” she spat, her voice growing louder as she attracted the attention of everyone nearby. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The ‘little side business’ you’ve been running. How you’ve been selling Omega women like cattle... selling them as sex slaves to the highest bidder!” My heart froze at her words. I could feel Dylan tense beside me, his expression hardening as he stared at the clerk. Shock moved through the store as th

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

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.

I ordered one of the maids. She nodded quickly, A few minutes later, all the maids and workers in the house gathered in the living room, everyone stood quietly in front of me. Some looked nervous, some looked curious. And Miriam stood at the corner of the room, watching everything with anger written all over her face. I ignored her completely, I slowly looked around the room before speaking. “As all of you know,” I began, “I am Don’s wife.” The workers nodded. “That means I am also the woman in charge of this house.”

They acted like it was their own home. At midnight, Mr. Gabelman finally left. Madison, emboldened, ransacked everything she could get her hands on. She swept my belongings off the bedroom shelves and stomped on them, helped herself to my cosmetics as if they were hers. When she found my bracelet, she held it up to her wrist, smiled gleefully, and slipped it into her bag. This time, the footage wasn't pixelated—every expression on their faces was crystal clear. "Holy shit..."

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV