The Maid Kindle Novels & Stories

Mikel drove out in search of Caira, but he couldn't find any trace of her, he seemed to have lost her, but he still had to find her and explain everything to her. ***************************** A maid walked into the sitting room with a glass of wine and placed it carefully on the table. "Madam, your drink is served" the maid said with a bow while Naomi stared at the drink awkwardly before pushing the drink off the table. "What the hell is this, I never asked for a drink. Do you really think you can poison me?" Naomi asked in anger while the maid went down on her knees immediately. "Madam, the drink isn't poisoned, you requested for a drink few minutes ago" the maid said while Naomi suddenly

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?"

“Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that. You'll go by Mari here. Better not to draw too much attention to yourself,” Neema finished with a satisfied grunt. I smiled a bit, the girl I was supposed to be, did have a lord for a father. I guess Mari is a more practical name for a maid. We entered the palace via the kitchen back entrance just as I had suspected. Several maids were already working in the kitchen when we entered. I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like.

"What do those photos circulating on social media mean, Dark?!" Mrs. Vellama, Dark Nathaniel’s mother, snapped sharply as she shoved the tablet in front of him, the images flashing on the screen. "Your kiss with a housemaid went viral!" Her chest rose with anger and humiliation. "How are you going to fix this?! And most of all, who is that maid?!" Her voice was tight, full of disgust and intense rage. "And were you that eager when you kissed her, Dark?!" she added, pacing around the living room like she was about to explode.

“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

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!"

The first Blood Feather book lowered until its pages hovered above the cradle, and black ink dripped like milk toward the sleeping shadow. Adolphus fell to one knee, not from defeat, but from worship. The dead midwife bowed her head, smiling like a nurse beside a child she had successfully delivered. Rudina’s spirit faded until only her eyes remained sharp, fixed on the cradle with unbearable horror. “That is not Maelor,” she whispered, though her voice trembled like she needed us to believe quickly. Ashina crawled toward the cradle despite the roots burning her knees, one hand stretched toward the sleeping shadow wearing her son’s face.

It didn't feel like a prison. It felt like someone had been getting it ready for me. Waiting. A maid slipped in a moment later, arms full of folded fabric. "Lady Maya, I prepared your evening clothes." I frowned. "...How do you know my size?" She blinked at me like I'd asked something strange. "I've always known your size my lady" The room went quiet in a way that made my skin crawl. "Leave," Kai said. The maid's face drained of color. "I...forgive me" She was gone before she finished the sentence, the door clicking shut behind her.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

Kaiden thundered and a woman in her fifties rose up gently, her legs shaking terribly and her entire torso bowing as she refused to meet the King’s eye. “Y-your Majesty.” “Does this maid have any relative in the palace? A sibling, a best friend or a mate?” Kaiden asked. “No, no, no! Please! Your Majesty…Please!” The young maid yelled. “She doesn't have a sibling, Your Majesty. She has a best friend though and her son. He's still a suckling and her mate died recently…in the rogue attack.” Kaiden cocked his head to the side and looked at his General beside him.