The Maid And The Vampire Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

' He sighed. 'You know how scary it was for me to spot a hard on the first day I saw you. Fuck! It was confusing to me and do you want to know why? ' He rhetorically asked. 'Because you did what no other girl could do. You reminded me of the Vile nanny, only that it was different. Different because while what she did caused both physical and mental torture, your presence seemed to repare it all without you having to do a thing.

Turning over a corner, I suddenly see a maid. “Excuse me?” I said. The maid turned her head and looked at me in confusion. Registering who I was, she gasps. I tried walking, but I swayed. Finally, the maid came to my help. “Your Majesty,” the maid said as she held my arm. By the smell of it, I knew she was a werewolf. That made me think of Alpha Maximus. “Where is your Alpha?” I asked. The maid stayed still. She looked down at the floor. Was something wrong?

He towered over the small, trembling maid who stood before him, her eyes wide with fear. “What?” With a deep growl, Vector demanded, his voice laced with a menacing edge that sent shivers down my spine. The maid fumbled with something in her hand, her fingers shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to keep hold of it. “You…you have a call, ma…master.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously like a thief caught in the act. Then, her gaze fell upon me, and her cheeks turned a deep shade of scarlet, mirroring my own embarrassment.

“But vampires can.” Chapter 4 coming soon

Aria woke at 5 AM to her alarm, her stomach tight with nerves. Today was the day. Her first official day as Sarah Mitchell, maid at Blackwood Estate. Her first real step toward accessing the greenhouse and saving her mother. And her first full day of being in close proximity to Damien Blackwood. She'd dreamed about him last night fragmented images that left her unsettled. Gray eyes that saw too much. That slight smile that felt like a promise and a threat. The way her body had responded to his nearness, heat flooding through her at a simple brush of his arm.

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

The familiar howls of distant wolves echoed in the stillness, a haunting soundtrack to the complexities that defined my newfound existence. The burn on my hand throbbed with a dull ache, a tangible reminder of the physical toll of supernatural encounters. I inspected it, the minor injury serving as a grounding force in the surreal aftermath. The window offered a view into a world governed by instincts, hierarchies, and the unspoken language of the supernatural. With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window and faced the reality of the room when there was a sudden, frantic knock on my door. Startled, I opened it to find a maid waiting outside. She looked nervous, like she had seen a ghost

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream.

Two of them stand by the door while the other carries a tray with a carafe of fresh blood, still steaming, and two empty wine glasses. “I’m just making a point to introduce myself to everyone in this court,” Matilda says, motioning for the maid to set the tray down on a nearby table. “Guests included.” She smirks around the word guest. “It must be so… degrading, doing what you do.” “What?” Matilda motions for the maid to leave, and she does, taking her comrades with her. Closed in alone again with the icy vampire woman, I maintain my position at the end of the bed, praying Emelda gets her soon.

Xavier did the same as I pulled closer to him. “Who could that be?” I whispered, asking in a low toned voice that sliced through the air. “It had to be a maid,” Xavier assured, his hands grazing mine as he stepped forward. I watched him pace sharply to the door and gripped the door knob as he opened the door and I caught the figure of a maid. My heart beat increased pace at the sight of the chilling midnight black pair of eyes that stared back at me. The maid standing at the other end of the room wasn't just any other ‘maid’, she was Caroline.