The Maid's Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jax pov I creep quietly in the darkness of the wealthy widow's estate. The moon shines at late night, casting its rays on the expansive garden. My heart races as I search for guards. My name is Jax, and I'm a thief looking for quick cash. The widow is currently unmarried, or so I think. Her husband died rich, and the estate is full of riches. I slip between the tall fence and proceed towards the back door. The lock is simple. I open it with my tools and push the door in softly. Silent in there.

“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 Jessica. We are Mr. Aidan Caesar’

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

As she sat up, memories from yesterday flooded her mind and she sat up straight. As she saw the diary in her lap, she got up from the bed along with and opened her cupboard. She looked for a nice hiding place and then hid it under the old rugs, in the bottom of cupboard. After changing she stepped downstairs to find the maid making breakfast in the kitchen. "Good morning mam" maid greeted as she saw her. "Good morning" she replied. "Should I place the dinner?" She asked. "Yeah sure but I want to talk about something to you" she asked cautiously.

the maid panicked as she picked up the phone with shaky hands and dailed madam caroline phone number. ************** immediately Mr&Mrs Camford heard the news, they rushed back home. Dianna was moved to the hospital for treatment while all the maids were assembled in the sitting room, Mr Camford’s face was crumbled in anger and frustration as he paced round the sitting room restlessly. “I will ask for the last time, who among you tempered with the food?!” Mr Camford’s voice thundered bringing fear to the minds of the maids.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

The head maid asked looking at the other maids in the room for an answer. "I told her. she said she was not hungry." The girl Liz, replied looking back at the woman. "She is not hungry?" The woman said laughing and repeating the word again as if to stick the word to her brain. "Do we have a new girl?" A girl named Helen asked looking at the woman. She's the head's maid assistant and a maid to the queen, she also sometimes follow the head maid to serve the king. "Yes. A new maid to the king, can you believe that?" she said smiling. "She was brought here by Mr Travis to be a maid to the king."

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

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?"