Novel & Cerita Touhou Maids

With a smile on my face, I gave her back the paper. "I don’t need maids! How many times do I need to tell you?" As I entered their main house, a cold shout from a tall guy welcomed me. "She’s the 90th maid that we hired, and we are deadly sure that she’ll be your last maid. Be good to her, Blaze!" The guy they called Blaze fixed his gaze on me. He raised one eyebrow and then smirked. Blaze? "Really? How did this ugly creature enter our clean house? Are you not scared that she might have any dangerous diseases?"

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

with the words "Mia Blair" Mia is extremely satisfied with her results. She happily distributes them to everyone, but since they all lock their doors, she leaves them outside. The 16 cards include Lita, Luna, Diana, Anne, Charlotte, David, Olivia, Malcolm, and 8 other maids with whom she frequently chats. Next morning:

Even though she didn't use her horns, few of the battle maids could hold a candle to her. "Well, now that it's done… I need to go do some grocery." The three of them tilted their heads. As the head maid, Milia did not need to do any chores aside from directing them. Still, they didn't bother arguing. This was an old habit of Milia as she always personally chose the ingredients for his highness dinner. Being a maid wasn't easy. Being the head maid-was headache-inducing. The number of maids present in the tower was about five hundred. There was no male in the tower of babel so all the servants were women from 15 to 40 years old.

The woman said before she was greeted by some maids in the room. "Good evening ma'am." The maids said their greetings and bowed their heads as soon as they saw the head maid. "Good evening. This is Eve, she's a new maid in the palace. She's going to go through some practice till I assign her whom she's going to be serving." The woman said to the other maids. "Are you all done with your work today." The woman asked them. "Yes ma'am." The maids answered in unison.

Mena "There should be no talking to the Fanuccis, no looking at the Fanuccis, and unless necessary—no breathing near the Fanuccis." With my hands perfectly behind my back, I paid attention to the strict head maid of the huge mansion. "You are here to work!" The woman named Madam Catherina spoke clearly. My eyes wandered to the other newly recruited maids. A small group of ten. None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest.

Chapter 3 Ella's POV The servants hall was a separate four-storey building located at the East side of the mansion with it's very on pool, pond and garden On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a Glassdoor fridge full of fruit drinks (I was dying to get one, perhaps, a grape flavor), a coffee machine and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries,( wait, is that a croissant)

“Did I interrupt something?” “No,” Alpha Stone casually replied, not slipping one hint of emotion into his statement, while I choked on my lemon water. “Godd---ess, n-no!” I coughed and spat and tried to breathe all at the same time, while franticly waving my hand in denial. “I-I-I’m serious! I-I work here! As a maid!” “A maid, eh?” Michael echoed, amusement clear on his face. He didn’t believe me. And just to get it in writing, he then turned to Alpha Stone, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Really?”

I snapped as everyone fell to their knees, their face on the ground before me. One of the maids crawled out, she looked like a child and a tiny part of me hated myself for letting her witness this because judging from her appearance, she looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. When did she join the maids? “It was Beverly and her gang, Overlord,” the maid said, her voice was shaky and terror was evident in it as she spoke, “I heard them saying horrible things to Miss Octavia, they insulted and beat her up.” She continued.

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”