Femme De Chambre Novels & Stories

She called the attention of the maid. "We have not, Your Grace. This is where the bedchamber of Lady Fitzgerald is, by command of the king." The maid replied, slowing down. "You need not be troubled, Your Grace, Lady Fitzgerald room is second only in opulence to the king's bedchamber is. She is well catered for." She was smiling.

** The Queen’s Gambit** Paris, France – The Ghost in the Room The air in the château’s grand hall felt heavy—thick with tension and disbelief. Isabella stood frozen, her heart hammering as she stared at the woman on the staircase. Marcella Devereaux. Dressed in black silk, her hair swept into a sleek knot, she descended the staircase with the elegance of a queen reclaiming her throne. But it wasn’t just the sight of her that sent chills down Isabella’s spine.

I was living in past glory and I had already had a taste of a life like this but I still felt dirty as my heels clicked on the steps. We soon got to a living room, one where its interiors were similar to my outfit. I felt like I was part of the furniture but I still sat down anyway as I waited for the man that invited me here. After saying I wouldn't honor his invitation, I'm pretty sure I was one of the first humans that woke up today. It's embarrassing, but I hoped to see that boyish grin again, and I was curious about his lifestyle too. Don't judge! Artworks and vases filled with fresh flowers adorned the living room and honestly, I couldn't stop what I did next. I saw a rare flower and s

he said. "Shhh" Katherine said. Her index finger sealed his lips. "Now show me my room. I have to freshen up" "At your normal command, madame" he said playfully. He lifted her suitcases easily, tucking one under each arm. "Follow me".. The hallway was as stark as the living room. White wall relieved by black and white prints. "Your suite, my lady" Jensen said. Katherine walked past him into the large bedroom. Decorated in French provincial, the room was a gold and white fantasy world with a beautiful bedspread and canopy and satin drapes bordered in tiny fleurs-de-lis.

It had been two hours since William had locked her in the room. She had to admit that this room met her taste. A pair of house slippers in the shape of a sheep's head. A room with the same decoration as the Versailles style. Soft and big mattress. Dressing table full of skincare and light makeup. She did not know how William knew, but it did suit her taste.

The dark seemed warm and inviting, caressing the two of us like clandestine lovers. Dean guided me carefully down a hallway and into a room. He hit the light switch, and I instinctively closed my eyes as the light blinded me. When I opened them up again, I surveyed the room. The king-sized bed dominated the space, but the wicker furniture was comfortable-looking and reflected the easy style of the beach outside. Dean held up a bottle of champagne with two champagne flutes in one hand, condensation already collecting on the cold glass. He headed toward two big French doors.

“The more important thing is to wipe off this blush from your face when Carolina walks in,’ Malessia playfully teased me. I took deep breaths and used my hands to clear the air around my face allowing a cool breeze to touch my cheeks. I looked around the chamber to distract myself, trying to memorize every detail. Her chamber was a place of grandeur and elegance. The walls were painted in a deep, regal shade of purple, adorned with golden accents and intricate crown moldings. The floor was covered in a lush, cream-colored carpet, and the furniture was made of rich, dark wood with intricate carvings and luxurious fabrics. The bed was a four-poster canopy draped in sheer white fabric and adorn

Remy's gaze was icy as he took in the scene before him—Zachary lounging with a woman perched on his lap. Her scant clothing barely concealed her while Zachary's hands groped her roughly. She forced a smile, her expression betraying a mix of discomfort and resignation. The room reeked of debauchery. Dim lights cast a murky glow over the scene, amplifying the suffocating atmosphere. Around them, women stood like objects behind glass cages, each wearing a choker with a string of numbers—price tags marking their value.

Miss White smiled and then said, “I’ve already tidied up your room, Miss. Do you want to go and have a look?” “Well, Miss White, you can continue getting busy. I’ll go up by myself.” There were three floors in the villa. Sienna did not take the elevator, and she ascended to the second floor by taking the stairs. The master bedroom on the second floor was warmly furnished, with white gauze curtains and pink drapes. There was a fleece carpet under her feet, and several large and small cartoon dolls of all shapes and sizes were placed by the bed. They were cute and silly.

yeah , I just arrived today and I don't exactly know where my room is " I said looking around . "You must be Anna , Chris would be wife " I looked at her confused about how she knew my name. "sorry, I forgot to introduce myself I am Gabriella , let me call a maid to show you your room " She pressed a button on the wall and a maid came in less than a minute . " show her your master 's bedroom" she ordered and I noticed the maid 's eyes widen before bowing her head . "please follow me ma'am " she silently muttered not raising her head.