The Maid's Diary Novels & Stories

He lamented. “Hey, it's not your fault." She said as Steve helped Ale out of the car. A cab parked in front of their house and the new maid got out with her luggage's walking towards them. “Hi, I'm Roberta the new maid." She greeted. She was a young lady, around 19-20 years old and a college student. “Hello Roberta, come on in," Kathy said as she wheeled Ale in with the maid in tow. “Zoëlla, Bienvenida a casa ( Welcome home )." Her grandma greeted her at the door as she hugged her.

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.

the young maid said. The young maid quickly locked the door. She sighed. “Every room here in the mansion is really big. It’s bigger than our whole house. I hope one day I can build something like this for my parents. Even if it’s only half the size.” The young maid quickly opened each door of the large wardrobe to find Diana’s small vault. She was in awe of the antique wardrobe. It was very smooth and the design was really unique. She held her forehead when she couldn’t find the vault inside the closet. She quickly walked towards the small cabinets. She also opens them using the duplicate keys that Diana gave her. She sighed after digging through each cabinet.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

The maid on the floor was having a complete mental breakdown after working for this guy. I was right in thinking he was a bad person. “I feel so bad for her,” I sighed in displeasure. “He has had thirteen maids in just three days! He shreds them up and goes through them like dirty laundry. I really hope I never have to work for him,” Tara said with a firm shake of her head. I really hoped so too. I chuckled a bit and was about to give her a reply when I felt suddenly felt incredibly hot. I gripped my head in pain as a hot flash passed through my body and left me in tremors.

Each breath scraped down my throat like sandpaper. ‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Not out here. Not in front of them’. But fate didn’t care about my pride. As I neared the end of the driveway, the door creaked behind me, and I heard it, that voice. The maid from earlier. The one who couldn’t even meet my eyes before. She stood by the stone pillars now, arms folded, lips curled into a mocking grin as she muttered just loud enough for me to hear: “Well, that didn’t last long.”

The crown on my head pulsed, but for once it did not feel hungry. It felt listening. Then one servant remained standing. She was a thin Northridge woman with burn scars across her cheek and a limp that made one leg drag slightly behind her. Her name was Marris, though I remembered seeing her only twice near the west laundry and once carrying blankets after the tower burned. She did not kneel. Rieka’s hand moved toward her knife. Due raised one hand to stop her. Marris looked at me, then at Otsana Blackmoon, and tears filled her eyes before she spoke.

I engrossingly stared at nearly all that were present in the living room not until i mistakenly hit an arm chair and fell down on it. I have totally forgotten that Mrs Benson is here with me. “Sit”Mrs Benson ordered. She couldn't even say Sorry. It's My fault anyways I quickily sat on that same chair that I tripped on. “You’re here to work as an housemaid right?”She asked me. “Yes ma’am”I replied trying to avoid eye-contact with the woman. “How old are you?” Mrs Benson asked. “I’m eighteen ma’am” “Eighteen? Are you sure?"

Elena continued, her cold eyes sweeping across the room, "has not yet been identified. But we have reason to believe that they are still within these walls." Her eyes stopped. On me. The room went silent. I felt the weight of a thousand stares boring into my skin. My heart slammed against my ribs. My wolf stirred, growling deep in my chest. Elena smiled—a thin, predatory curl of her lips. She stepped down from the dais, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She walked through the crowd like a shark parting water, her violet gown trailing behind her. She stopped directly in front of me. "You must be Mira," she said softly, her silver eyes raking over my bruised face, my torn uniform, m

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...