The Maid Audiobook Novels & Stories

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

He added. "Oh that reminds me, what about the maid you told us your mom is gonna hire before she travels again" Francis said and I was dumbfounded, I looked at Peter waiting for him to say something again. He got me into this trouble. "Yeah, Mom got me a maid" Peter told them Jeez.. "You have a housemaid?" Francisca exclamed. "So where is she?" Vincent and Francis asked at the same time. "She cooked the meal and went out. She would be back tomorrow" Peter finally said to them and I heaved.

“As my maid, you need to apply the rules and regulations written in this book. You are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed, you will be penalized for it.” “Note that as my maid, I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately, with no delay. Stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing, you will be prosecuted. You are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And last, do not talk when I am talking unless you are asked to.”

Chapter 36 The moment we step in ,three maids walked toward us. ',good afternoon ma' ' good afternoon sir' they chorused. ',those are your maids Caro' mark said,I nod as I looked at them from head to toe as if they are not human. The smiles on their face vanished. ' this is Brenda,the cook, Tia the cleaner and barbie your personal maid' mark said,as the maids nod ,I was speechless. ' this is Caro, your mistress,don't think I employ you. She is the one.so try all your helps to respect her' mark said. The maid nod.

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."

Where they going to give us up in hopes that they could free their daughter? The maid paused at a wooden door and wrapped quietly against it. She announced her arrival. She left us out of her announcement and waited patiently and the door swung open. The smell of old books wafted into my nose. It was a welcoming smell, as I did love to read books. Sebastion and I passed uneasy glances back and forth as thr maid waved us hurriedly inside. Out of comfort, Sebastion linked an arm around mine and we walked in together.

Quite a service she got here. "Ojou-sama, it's morning. It's time to have breakfast." The maid smiled gently at Audelia. Audelia stared at the maid for a while, "Hmm.. even the voice is similar. This is quite a treat indeed." "Ojou-sama?" The maid asked in confusion. Lifting her body and getting off the bed, Audelia said with a helpless smile. "Well, the real Natalie won't be in hell. She died because of me after all."

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Levie shouted, sitting on the grass with her expensive designer bag hugged tightly against her chest like a teddy bear. “Will you allow this, Mama?! I was humiliated by a mere MAID! Huhuhuhu!” she cried, like a kid who lost a toy in the mall. “What?! A maid? As in a household help?!” Mrs. Sebastian shrieked. “Yes, Mom! A maid! She was even wearing an apron and had the nerve to act like she owned the whole mansion! I wanted to pull her hair but… huhuhu… I just cried out of frustration!”