The Maid Novels & Stories

Christine replied, then turned around to walk away. “Miss Christine,” The maid who spoke before called her again. Christine walked back, and the maid said, “Um, we passed a petition around, and a lot of us agreed that the job of the head maid can be really daunting for one person alone. So, I and all the other maids of the Mortimer mansion believe it's high time an assistant was appointed to assist you in your duties. What do you think?” “What is your name?” Christine asked. “Oh, I'm… I'm Cynthia,” the young maid replied.

I didn't even know that humans were sold here at the market. It's a horrendous practice and I would never want to be a party to it but then I saw you in that cage, you were crying and I could not help but feel pity for you. That's the reason why I bought you. You do not have to pay me back. I don't have a maid at home at the moment because the one I had before moved to a different country. You can choose to work for me as a maid and I will pay you but if you want to go back home, you are free to do so.

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

she pleaded, voice trembling with hope. A strikingly handsome man stood at the doorway to the luxurious hotel suite he’d reserved. Tall, well over six feet, he strode in, clearly pleased by the scene before him. On the bed lay a woman, her body bound, her pale skin contrasting the cream-colored floral dress she wore. “Please help me. I beg you, untie me,” Cordelia implored, sensing someone approach. The handsome stranger didn’t reply. He simply smirked, a thin smile tugging at his lips. “Perfect. You’re stunning.”

the maid said softly, forcing a smile. "Just open your mouth and eat, please” Rosa's eyes welled up with tears "Just this once... no one will know. promise. just want to feel my hands and legs again... I'm begging you" The maid hesitated, her gaze flickering nervously around the room. She was torn between pity for Rosa and fear of the consequences. “You better not try anything funny” she warned, her voice low. "I won't" Rosa whispered