The Maid's Diary Novels & Stories

Henry’s POV She rolls her eyes while her face turns pale, but a little red afterward. She lifts the paperwork to page 5 with her nervous finger and a hint of anger. She examines that page for a very long time, and I have no surprise at her reaction. "Rule number 1: The maid must not go outside of the mansion without the Lord's permission. Rule number 2: The maid is not allowed to gossip in the mansion unless she has the Lord's permission.

Would I be able to handle my responsibilities? The next morning, I woke up early to prepare myself for my first day at work. I turned around to see a woman standing there, her eyes filled with curiosity. She had a stern expression on her face, but there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. "I'm Ley, the new maid," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my nervousness. The woman looked me up and down, assessing me. "Well, Ley, you better be prepared. This mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Many maids have come and gone, unable to handle the demands of this place."

“As my maid, you need to apply the rules and regulations written in this book. You are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed, you will be penalized for it.” “Note that as my maid, I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately, with no delay. Stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing, you will be prosecuted. You are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And last, do not talk when I am talking unless you are asked to.”

“My lady said you should keep yourself entertained and she would be right here in a few minutes.“ The maid informed them. “Oh, thank you.“ Celine replied, taking one glass for herself and giving Dave the other. “Yes ma'am.“ The maid bowed, then walked away. They both stood up when they saw her coming down the stairs, she smiled on seeing them which is quite surprising for them. Considering the fact that May embarrassed them and they have not been able to contact Madam Diana, they thought she would not want to see them again. Or at least she would be so mad at them now and send them away. “Good day to you, Madam Diana.“

Every time I try to take a different direction, it just closes up in front of my face. Now Mira is stone-cold. She slips into the red dress and just stays quiet for a moment, watching me. “You know who cleans your office and has all the access to it without being suspicious?” Mira asks. “Who?” “The maid who loved Elena,” Mira says. “The maid named Diane.”

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

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

It was a document that contains the information about the right attitude of maids that was written by Sarai’s mother. The document was a rough sketch of how the whole book will be and how each expression will be dealt with. I was just thinking about how possible such books will be here. Also, the version of that book o am aware of has the name of the new head maid in it. That leaves me with the question of who is lying or being truthful. I thought to myself that I need to act silly but since there’s not so much time for that, I have to do what I’ve got to do to make sure I have the chances to do that later.

It allowed people who looked up to her to read the diary of her life without really knowing her. “Would you like breakfast this morning, ma’am?” The maid sounded anxious, piquing Cassandra’s curiosity. Cassandra stood and walked over to the mirror, examining her face. She seemed to have gained more weight than she liked. “Is anything wrong?” she asked the maid through the mirror. “Yes, ma’am!” The maid replied almost instantly, which made things even more difficult, as she kept glancing at the magazine. Cassandra knew if she picked it up to read, it would only be bad news. Rolling her eyes, she headed to the washroom, putting it out of her mind. “I’d like breakfast before I leave,” she calle

Levie shouted, sitting on the grass with her expensive designer bag hugged tightly against her chest like a teddy bear. “Will you allow this, Mama?! I was humiliated by a mere MAID! Huhuhuhu!” she cried, like a kid who lost a toy in the mall. “What?! A maid? As in a household help?!” Mrs. Sebastian shrieked. “Yes, Mom! A maid! She was even wearing an apron and had the nerve to act like she owned the whole mansion! I wanted to pull her hair but… huhuhu… I just cried out of frustration!”