The Maid Audiobook Novels & Stories

The rider vanished into the white abyss without a sound. The second rider tried to swerve, but Ava corrected the drift and slammed the Mustang’s nose into his side, pinning him against the rock wall until his engine exploded in a ball of fire. She didn't look back. She cleared the bridge and pushed the engine to its limit, the Mustang a black streak against the white world. She had the files. She had the blood. And as the dawn began to break over the horizon, painting the snow in a cold, pale light, Ava Spencer realized the "Maid" was dead.

“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?

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

She bent beside my bed and began to scan through the pages of the page with all her interest fixed on it. When I had recorded her to my satisfaction. I opened the door slowly and walked into the room. I stood by the door and cleared my throat so my voice would come out clearly when I screamed. She was too busy not to have heard me clear my throat at first, as she didn't even make any move. She was still glued to the spot, his gaze still fixed on the record. "THIEF!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. The maid jumped, dropping the papers in her hand. She turned around, her face pale and her eyes wide with shock. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place.

Fearing for her and her family's life, Mary kept her mouth shut and followed the other maid who was assigned by housekeeper Bernard to lock her down. As the maid reached one room which was at the end of the corridor, she pushed Mary inside making her fall on the ground, “You will stay here till young Master comes back. If you need anything, don't shout! What Young Master hates the most is loud voice.” The human maid who was assigned with the task to lock Mary down into the left hand side of the room informed her, before she pushed Mary inside and locked the room quickly and left without glancing back. Getting up from the ground, Mary quietly went towards a wall and squatted down while restin

Elder Marcellus said again, trying to make his voice softer as if afraid to scare her so she wouldn't feel threatened, and I began to wonder why he was so active. From what I learned about this old man who doesn't look his age, he would never interfere in a matter that wouldn't benefit him in one way or the other. At this moment, the maid finally hesitated, her gaze flickering in my direction, and she quickly lowered her head as soon as our eyes met midair. I pressed my lips together, speechless. Couldn't she act better? Her reaction seemed so odd, as though she had been bullied. Then, I heard the maid finally say, “The person is…. Miss Kyra.”

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre