The Maid Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

but what the maid doesn't know is that they both are complete strangers who don't even know each other correctly. "My Lord, I was just having a conversation with Madam and asked why she doesn't like being called as Queen? but she didn't say anything to me but got angry at me for asking that. It looks like Madam doesn't like the lord like a wife" the maid finishes her words. "Oh! I know she doesn't like me like a wife, And I'm okay with it. Why did you get offended by that thought?" Christian asks the maid. "I- My lord, I was just concerned for you" The maid blushed at him not noticing the dangerous edge in his voice.

the maid asks, her brown eyes scrutinizing Heaven’s skin. Heaven doesn’t reply, but her eyes are on the girl, glaring. “Why only you get to ask the questions, and I don’t?” she asks instead. “You don’t answer my questions, and you expect me to answer all of yours?” The maid sighs. “Hot bath it is, then,” she says before letting go of the net and heading to the bathroom. Heaven’s fingers tighten into a fist as she closes her eyes again, though she reopens them just in time as the maid reenters the room after a few minutes.

“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?

Rita asked worriedly noticing my paleness. I instantly straighten my body and face it. "I'm fine Rita," I said while smiling. There is really a big problem! And I believe the original Lady Marina is problematic! Why is this turning into a horror story? Isn't this a fluffy romantic-comedy novel? And if I were to ask about the library, how would I ask without sounding weird or suspicious? Who would ask a maid what she knows about the library, when the owner doesn't? The owner should have the most knowledge because of him, right?

How dare he make fun of what I cherish? "What's wrong with you Daniel? How dare you joke with me?" I asked dragging him in. It's high time,he knows I'm his mom, not his playmate or whatsoever he feels. "I wasn't playing when I said I've found your book, I saw it in the maids quarter. I think one of them took it. I wanted to go pick it up for you but one of the maids wouldn't let me into their room, she claimed the rest of them were taking a bath" my eyes widened. Why would a maid take the book I kept and who's the maid?

the maid said as they sit in the bed to have a small talk. “Yes, I wrote a letter to him just in case he will come back, but I know he won’t. I don’t want to think that he’s dead, so starting now, I will write many letters as I can to him imagining that he was just miles away. Besides, I don’t want to forget him so with the help of these letters I will re-read and think about him over and over again.” The maid can see the desolation in her eyes. “Queen Niffa, tell me are you in love?” the maid asks.

Prince Marihl sneaked books and kissed the maid's fingers. Wren had never told a soul of such memories. She still carried them under her tongue like a rusted blade, never fully swallowed. Wren touched a stalk of dried lavender. So young, that maid had been. Too brave, too clever. Always asking about books no maid should be asking about. Always sneaking bites of lemon rind and talking about freedom like it was something you could wrap in a scarf and carry under your blouse. A burst of gossip snagged her attention near the vegetable stalls.

“Where is Mai?” The maid’s hands shook so hard that the soup spilled onto the tray. “Miss Anna...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “She... she...” “She what?” I scrambled off the bed, grabbing the maid’s arms. “What did she do to Mai?” “She killed her.” The air left my lungs. My legs gave out, and I slammed hard onto the floor. “Killed her? Why?” “She killed her for addressing you as ‘Miss’ instead of the slave that you are,” the maid said. She dropped the tray onto the bed, terrified, and ran out of the room.

the maid was saying, but Maurice got her off. “What did you mean?” Maurice asked the maid, and she was skeptical about talking. “Did you want to get fired! I'm asking you what you saw!” Maurice roared, and the maid jumped away in fright. The maid narrated how she saw Hadley in Maurice's study roon, and how she looked flustered when she entered. Maurice dispersed them when he heard that, and he went to his study room. His eyes lingered on his safe, and a mocking smirk irked his lips seeing that he was opened.