The Maid Novels & Stories

Emily said jokingly. “No girly,I have a job offer for you” Sandra replied at the other end. Sandra proceeded to tell Emily her boss was looking for a maid,and she fits the criteria he gave her. At first Emily thought she didn’t hear her clearly,but Sandra repeated it. “ A maid?”, that was all Emily could say,She was angry,is this the good news she said she has for her?She thought “Yes a maid,but your job wouldn’t take much and you’ll get to live in his mansion with him, the pay is 6000$ per month Sandra said over the phone”.

The night of being paraded around like a prized possession, another performance for Dante's entertainment. "Here we are, Miss Elena," the maid said with a polite curtsy, her voice smooth but lacking any real warmth. She was trained, efficient, and above all, obedient. I knew that her role in this place was one of duty and subjugation, not friendship. Her eyes, a pale shade of blue, never quite met mine, always lowered in deference. The starched collar of her uniform seemed to dig into her neck, a physical reminder of her place in this household's strict hierarchy. I nodded curtly, stepping into the room and allowing the maid to

The main said candidly, with her hands behind her. "Oh!" Rebecca said, a little disappointed, "Um, what's your name?" The maid was stunned at the question. She looked both ways to confirm if she was the one that she was referring to you. "Me?" The maid replied doubtfully, pointing at herself. "Yes. There isn't anyone in the room asides us." Rebecca said, being friendly. She had a warm smile. "I am Zita, Your grace!" The maid replied, feeling edgy. It was evident in her speech.

“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

the maid said, bowing her head so low that I thought she was about to kiss my knee. Waving it aside, I ignored the weirdness of it all, only choosing to focus on the situation at hand. "What is your name?" sighing, I stared around the numerous buildings and once again, I realised why the Bloodmoon pack was at the top of the chain. "I'm Yena, my lady," the petite maid answered, drawing me back to look at her. For a maid, she looked far too nourished, her skin just as smooth as silk and looked like she hadn't been through any hardship in her whole life.

I'm in the kitchen, getting ready to tackle my first task. I'm teamed with another maid as we set off to our assigned responsibilities. She appears kind and knowledgeable, and she comes over to assist me with the dishes. "Hi there," she says with a warm smile. "My name is Mila, and I'm the new maid." I couldn't help but note how diverse the maids' clothing and jewellery are. Is there any meaning behind them?" "Thank you, Mila," I say, mirroring her grin as we clean the dishes together. "My name is Sarah, and I'm also a new maid." According to what I've observed, the diverse clothing and jewelry appear to signify the hierarchy or levels among

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Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.

“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.

Covered my pale skin with a bathrobe and walked outta the bathroom and almost immediately a knock landed on the door and a maid walked in with a tray filled with lunch but I really wasn't hungry. "You can take it back, I'm not Hungry..." My voice was so hoarse when I spoke but she didn't move from where she was standing but I was really nervous... "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't do that... The master would fire me If I fail to make you eat your meal..." The maid helplessly mumbled... She was the maid in charge of bringing the young madam her meals and would lose her job if her job isn't done properly.... Sir Adrian, the Master's se

the maid responded, her voice small and timid. I followed the maid up a grand staircase, still trying to process everything. The staircase itself was a work of art—ornate railings, plush carpet, and massive paintings lining the walls. Every step I took made me more aware of the world I had been forced into. This wasn’t just wealth; it was power, control, and something much darker. As we climbed the stairs, the maid glanced at me. “I’m Maria,” she said quietly, her tone gentle. “What’s your name?”