The Maid Novels & Stories

Gina asked, while the maid removed her foot. "Bitch, why didn't you tell me that earlier!" the maid exclaimed as she slapped Gina across the face. Surprisingly, Gina retaliated and slapped her back. The maid smirked, finally finding the opportunity she wanted. She had been trying to provoke Gina's anger so they could fight; she wanted to test the strength of humans. The maid pushed Gina to the floor, but Gina quickly got up and poured a bucket of water on her body. This infuriated the maid, who then dragged Gina toward the well and at

A maid is here, let me do what she wants. “Alright bye love. Please keep in touch” “I will”. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the maid said politely, bowing slightly. “My name is Jeanne. I’m your personal maid. I just wanted to let you know that everything has been arranged for your comfort. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” she said smiling. While she spoke, my eyes drifted anxiously toward the expansive media room. I couldn’t see Noah’s shadow through the tinted glass, and my heart skipped a beat.

Seven and the maid entered the same building from the night before, Seven was heading to the same room when she heard the maid say, “Miss you are on another floor.” Seven thought that they would just move up a single floor, but instead, they moved up to the third floor. Inside the room was a bed, the bathroom, her suitcase and in addition there was a sofa, a center table with some magazines and television. “Miss I will get your dinner for you now,” the maid said and then walked away. The maid was impressed, this was the start of her fifth week working to attend to t

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

“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.

“Don’t say anything about your master behind their back. That’s not good. Besides, they’re married. Just cover your ears.” The second maid quickly dragged her friend away from Aidan’s bedroom. The next morning, Malikha left Aidan’s room early as usual, intending to clean the apartment and prepare breakfast. But the moment she stepped outside, she froze in surprise. The entire apartment was already spotless. One maid bowed respectfully toward her, while another was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Malikha asked in confusion. The maids immediately stood before her and introduced themselves politely. “My name is Eva, and this is my friend J

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

She sneaked into the kitchen when the door opened. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maids running here and there in their maid uniform. I have to do this work for Amelia. She didn't know how to handle this new job. She was quaking at all; the maid was running swiftly, handling multiple things with only their two hands. Except for some basic work, she knew nothing about the household job. She was used to ordering back. “Are you the new maid?” an older woman who in her 60s interrogated me.