The Maid Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Nothing more.” Minutes passed before she spoke. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” she whispered. Neris leaned forward slightly. “Tell us what happened.” The words came slowly at first, like they were being dragged out of her chest. “She was kind to me,” the maid said. “At first.” The officer exchanged a glance with Neris but said nothing. “Lady Mara,” the maid continued, her voice shaking. “She noticed me when no one else did. She asked about my family. About my duties. About how hard it was to adjust.”

“You sure? You seemed... off when the guard mentioned it was a woman.” I shot him a cold glance. “I said I don’t know. Do your own investigation, Darius.” Darius held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to bite my head off." The maid knocked gently on the door before stepping inside with the book I'd requested. She looked nervous, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it on my desk. "Here it is, Your Majesty," she said in a low voice, avoiding eye contact as she quickly turned to leave.

It seemed that the maid was new. Thinking to myself, when did we get a new maid? You did not inform me about hiring a new maid. Is everything to your liking, madam? Her voice was squeaky but deep. Everything is fine, I said to her. May I have your name, please? My name is Lucinda. Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Lucinda. I am Luna Sophia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna.

“Augustus’s father.” **** The maid knocked once again. Her brows ceased in confusion upon not hearing anything from inside. She twisted the doorknob to find it opened and slowly moved the door. The door opened gradually with a creak. She looked uneasily towards the bed to find it unmade. Her curious eyes moved to another side when the tray in her hands dropped with a loud thud. A startled gasp left her mouth as her both hands flew to her mouth. Eyes wide opened. The maid turned, but too slowly to be normal. When she spoke her voice trailed slowly like her words were unwilling to take flight. There was astonishment in her eyes, the brown too glossy.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

The mafia's maid The Gregory's we're home one evening as normal when a call came to their home line, Linda got up to take the call when an unfamiliar masculine voice, came with a little sinister laughter, and then he cleared his throat before talking. "Hi, Mr. Gregory." At the same time, Gregory half rose from his chair, his face contorted with rage, and hissed, "Leave her alone!" He infused the word with so much force that even his wife look taken aback.

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?"

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

The maid, loyal and devoted, had witnessed the pain etched on Nadine’s face. With each word, the maid's voice grew stronger, driven by her determination to protect her mistress. She painted a vivid picture of Luna's pains, the agonizing moments that bound her to a life of boredom. The Almighty Kael listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get the maid’s point of how Nadine was innocent. The room, once filled with tension, now brimmed with a sense of attention and curiosity. The maid's bravery had spread a glimmer of light in the darkness, making a clear path towards justice and redemption.

“What is this about?” “This maid,” I explained, “claims to know things about Sarah. But she’ll only speak with a promise of her life. You’ll bear witness to my word.” Justin’s eyes flicked to the trembling girl. “Speak then. And pray what you say is worth sparing your neck.” The maid’s breath came quick and shallow. She glanced between us, as if measuring whether we’d actually keep our word. “I…I am Lady Sarah’s spy,” she whispered finally. My jaw clenched.