The Housemaid Series Order Novels & Stories

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.

Seven and the maid entered the same building from the night before, Seven was heading to the same room when she heard the maid say, “Miss you are on another floor.” Seven thought that they would just move up a single floor, but instead, they moved up to the third floor. Inside the room was a bed, the bathroom, her suitcase and in addition there was a sofa, a center table with some magazines and television. “Miss I will get your dinner for you now,” the maid said and then walked away. The maid was impressed, this was the start of her fifth week working to attend to the candidates and the third candidate that she was assigned to. The first one only managed to be a temporary secretary, the seco

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

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

said one of them and as soon as finished speaking, the four of them began their task, two of them approaching her. She staggered back and sat on the headboard warily, "Wait, what the hell is going on? What are you going to do?" She blurted, stopping them from reaching her. But the maids were like robots "We'll start washing you up Mistress" they held her even though she was protesting. "What? No! I can wash myself! I don't need someone to do that!" They dragged her to the washroom and locked the door, without a warning they stripped her off her pajamas, she gasped and stared at them. "What the hell? Where is my husband? Call him now!" She screamed, but the robots continued their work, bathin

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

she said to the maid and the maid nodded. "Ok,ma'am,I will do that, just give me some minutes"the maid said to her and left for the kitchen. Mariana didn't know what to do to pass out time,she decided to watch television,she sat down and put the television on. While watching the television,she dozed off on the couch. Few minutes later the maid from earlier walked up to her. "Ma'am"the maid called but she was not responding. "Ma'am"the maid called again, this time tapping her shoulder.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?