Neko Maid Novels & Stories

[Little girl,... I repent for my sin now. I'm so sorry. Don't be mad at me anymore. Please???? meow...meow.. meow...] The raindrops insidiously ram at the roof producing a hammering sound while Nero's soft meowing harmonize perfectly with it making the night too nostalgic. "Stop acting cute Nero. You know me, it's my weakness." [I know right??? And I'm playing my card well. So don't be mad anymore...Please???? Peace be with you... meow...meow..meow..]

I look at Blanca hoping that she is as surprised as I am by the kind gesture, but she doesn't seem at all disturbed. "You've been in a coma for three days. The enemy you were fighting, the one Travis killed, was an S-class enemy. In the bingo books, she can be found under the name Neko" Neko ... Cat. Like fragments of a dream, I remember a Cheshire smile, a piercing sound cutting through the forest, bending over and covering my ears with his hands, and an enemy with too fluid movements surrounding me and ... "Madame Shiji! Is she okay?" I ask, a wave of panic overwhelmed me.

Of course, no one dared to bother them during their serious yaoi conferences, especially during their heated debate when they preached to each other like a bunch of Roman philosophers about their top pick of the week. A neko, meaning cat in Japanese, or a uke, in a gay relationship, meant the bottom partner or the female role when it came to sex. A seme, obviously, meant the top or the male role. “I’m not telling you,” I said. Isaac pulled a face. “I bet you’re a neko. I just can’t see you pushing Aiden down and doing whatever you want with him.”

Alfi seemed excited. “Yeah. And there will be free Nekopara Jacket for one lucky guest!” Koji exclaimed. “Aww, why not custom shirt instead?” Alfi looked disappointed. “What shirt do you want anyway?” Koji asked. “Hokari Kanae, Euphoria,” Alfi replied. “Really? She’s a bitch, you know?” Rian said. “Bitch? What do you mean?” Alfi looked curious. “Huh? You don’t play the VN(Visual Novel)?”

Neptos focused his eyes at the woman before them. She had a translucent skin where the moon seemed to reflect in it, her eyes were as black as the night, and there were sharp canines as she grinned at the sight of her own men killing themselves. Neptos narrowed his gray eyes at her, recognizing the woman almost instantly. "You're Mai Lou, the spider elf."

He laughed. “Yes, and what about it? What do you want from us?” Mia asked. “Mia Henslor, your father runs a business of high tech huh? You’re a CEO’s daughter who lied to her parents about a trip and now you are here in your little rescue mission.” He said gaining Mia’s shock as he turned to Neko next. “Neko, a middle-aged divorced Japanese who does not have a stable job and still gets slapped by his mother.” Neko looked offended. “That is so disrespectful.” He said.

the maid replied and rushed to her. “What is your name? she asked the maid. “My name is Mara" the maid replied. “From today, you will be my personal maid," Nelly said to her. “Okay madam" the maid replied. “Can you just stop addressing me as madam, it makes me feel old which am not, you are probably older than me, just call me Nelly" “Okay Madam, I mean Nelly" the maid corrected herself. “Show me to my husband's room," Nelly said to the maid and the maid nodded.

She yelled at the maid, who startled and jumped back. “You have a caller.” “Who?” “Akira Kato.” The maid bowed, and Ophelia did not miss that she was taking micro steps back in case her mistress decided to attack her suddenly like she did the other maid last night. She frowned. Did this idiot even realize this would annoy her even more? “Who the hell is that?” She responded finally. She did not know any of their associates with the last name Kato. The maid shook her head,

Landon calls out. The group’s chattering lowers to a quiet hum of anxious anticipation. “This is Cecilia of the Silver Moon Pack,” Landon announces, glancing at me and then back at his captive audience. “She is going to be the Alpha King Leopold’s new personal maid. You will all treat her with the authority that this position holds.” I gulp nervously, but the eyes in the room don’t seem to convey any sort of jealousy or resentment. On the contrary, the other slaves look amazed, even inspired.