Novel & Cerita Ungrateful Maiden

“I am so sorry… Please forgive me… I was in such a hurry I didn’t look at where I was going. Oh, God!” Iryna raised herself from the ground and observed the girl closely. She had braces around her teeth and she couldn’t be older than seventeen. She reminded her so much of herself. "My sincerest apologies madam! I didn't know you were here! I have failed you! I shall pay with my life!" She sounded hysterical. “It’s fine, you may go on,” Iryna said dusting her butt. "Oh no, madam! I have failed you, please end my life!" The maid shrieked. It was as if ending her life was a better option than whatever she was thinking in her head.

Muddy water and filth wash over my clothes and undoes all my hard work. “You’re awfully clumsy.” The Head Maid sneers. I snap. Rising to my feet I whip around, throwing the sopping wash cloth to the ground. “What is your problem?” A slim eyebrow rises along her smooth forehead. “I believe its this ungrateful tribute mucking in front of me, mucking up my floors.” “What could I possibly have to be grateful about?”

Maya cannot mess things up, if she wants to get out of this annoying family in the end. "I will go. But you don't deserve to insult my future husband like that. In the future, I hope you can correct that bad attitude of yours, or no one will fall for you later." Grace was a little dumbfounded, her heart felt inexplicable when she was finally able to look at Maya's face which currently had a threatening expression on her pretty face. In her entire life, Grace had never seen Finola reveal any expression of resistance to her. They were all too used to Finola's cautious, weak, and obedient appearance to whatever they told her. Even if it was insults, or a smack when they were not in a very good

“Are you so childish, so desperate, that you would cling to that woman as your excuse? Is this what you’ve been reduced to?” Marcus’s jaw clenched, but he held his ground. Hayden leaned forward, his voice dropping lower, colder. “A maid, Marcus. That’s what she is. A servant who doesn’t even like you. Do you think we don’t see it? She recoils from your touch, she spits fire when you draw near. She despises you. And yet here you stand, proclaiming her as your fated mate—as if the Moon Goddess would ever tie the blood of Eldridge to someone so unworthy.”

The maid, loyal and devoted, had witnessed the pain etched on Nadine’s face. With each word, the maid's voice grew stronger, driven by her determination to protect her mistress. She painted a vivid picture of Luna's pains, the agonizing moments that bound her to a life of boredom. The Almighty Kael listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get the maid’s point of how Nadine was innocent. The room, once filled with tension, now brimmed with a sense of attention and curiosity. The maid's bravery had spread a glimmer of light in the darkness, making a clear path towards justice and redemption.

I rubbed her back when I felt her shiver from the cold wind of the night. "Follow your heart Ana." I said kissing her crown when she cried in my chest. I knew what she was feeling. Her parents had left a very bad impact on her, Anahita aunty, her mother was a true angel but she fell in love with a devil and Ana still suffers for it. Her life was a carpet of flowers when Anahita aunty was alive, but her death took the fire away from Ana. It killed the child in her and made her an insecure mature adult with a fear of fire.

"I already told you. I've been an orphan since childhood. I have no ex-lover." The Ricci couple in the corner rose abruptly, their faces full of grief. They knew their past actions had broken her heart, so they dared not beg for her forgiveness. They could only watch from afar without disturbing her. "I've heard Signor Santoro once kept a mistress in the city who, unfortunately, passed away from illness on Christmas Eve two years ago. Signor Santoro's deep devotion is truly admirable. However… "The dead cannot return to life! For Signor Santoro to call me by a dead woman's name is morbid and disrespectful!"

Aiden The door slammed so hard behind us, the noise was more satisfying than annoying. It rattled the antique glass in the cabinet, but I didn't flinch. Lena was predictable; this was her favorite scene, her big dramatic performance. “I cannot believe you, Aiden!” she shrieked, throwing her purse, a small, overpriced thing, onto the king-size bed. “I cannot believe you’d humiliate me for that… that dirty maid!” I walked slowly across the thick carpet to my bar, grabbed a tumbler, and poured myself two fingers of whiskey. I ignored the sting of the knife wound Lena had given me earlier, leaning my weight subtly away from it. Pain was just noise.