Touhou Maids Novels & Stories

Xiu Ying(Maid) Life: 15/150 Race: Mortal Human] Spiritual Roots: Wood-Light Dual Spiritual Root(Superior-Heavenly Grade) Cultivation: 2-star Spirit Master Special Physique: Myriad Spirit Wood Physique 5. Duan Mei(Maid) Life: 16/140 Race: Mortal Human] Spiritual Roots: Absolute Wind Spiritual Root(High-Heavenly Grade) Cultivation: 4-star Spirit master Special Physique: None

She sat up fast, pulling the soft sheets right up to her chin. "Good morning, milady, May we enter to help you prepare for the day?" The maid said behind the door. Hazel blinked in surprise, her heart doing a quick little flutter at the grand title. "Yes," Hazel said, clearing her throat. The heavy door opened, and two young maids walked in, pushing a golden cart filled with steaming pots of water, fluffy white towels, and a collection of beautiful glass bottles. The main maid, whose name tag read Chloe, gave a small, respectful bow as she stepped closer to the edge of the large bed.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

Earlier that day, while I was doing the utensils back at their place, they had walked in and started insulting me. ***Flash Back**** "Pathetic", Ray hissed. "You are just a useless good for nothing beggar" Bryon supplied. 'Did you wipe off the countertops thoroughly?' Bryson asked, moving closer to where I stood by the sink. I could only nod, not trusting my voice at that moment. 'Use your fucking words maid. ' The word maid was dragged, spitting it out with disgust 'Yes. ' 'Good.' Ray answered, watching as his brother strode towards the refrigerator, an evil smirk etching it's way on his handsome yet evil face.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

I didn't like my maids much as they always look at me with resentment as if I had stolen their husbands whom they loved so much. My maids were werewolf as they were from Dark Spades. I didn't know who assigned then to me but I could also be with human maids and they could serve me more efficiently and especially not with that stare in which it's written that we-are-not-pleased-while-serving-for-you or we-will-kill-you-whenever-the-King will order. Hopefully Zackarya wouldn't ask the maids to kill me ever as he would do the honours himself.

She sat hunched on the floor, and most of the maids in the laundry room were around her trying to cheer her up. “Do you know what has happened?” I whispered to Tara, as I squeezed my dress tightly. I wasn't used to doing laundry, but I tried to observe the rest of the girls and mimic their actions. “Well, all those girls have been on personal duty,” Tara replied conspiratorially. “For who?” I asked curiously. It wasn't unusual for the maids to lament about whoever they had on personal duty. Like I knew the wife of Duke Ferrah, had a thing for spluriging on cakes and throwing them up for her personal maids to clean.

I swallowed hard and did as I was told. She gestured to the maids on the right. “This is Maribel and Sara. They have been maids for so many years, and as the head maid I’m going to make them the tutors. You will listen to everything they have to say, and how best to handle the affairs that would come to you.” Tina said at once. “Ok,” I managed.

“The moongoddess told me the same thing once, but for some reason I still feel like learning to control my abilities. I need to gain more power to be able to protect all of these maids you see behind us.” Anima smiled. “In that case, I'd be glad to show you a thing or two after the tour,” she suggested. “Really? You can teach us to control our abilities.” Valerie asked. “Well, I've never used Herald Power before, but I believe whatever knowledge I have will be useful to you a lot more than you can imagine. Come now,” Anima replied, then turned around and continued to lead them through the passage. She spent a few hours showing all the maids around the mansion and showing them to their rooms.

“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?