Femme De Chambre Novels & Stories

"Called me Cheryl" "Nice name , I'll see you around then " she left We arrived at our room "If you need anything there's a telephone on the table, place an order and someone would attend to you"Cecilia said and walked away I look at the room It is like a mini apartment ,it has sitting room and two master bedroom It has everything that should be in a house I observed everything One of the bedroom was decorated in a male setting and the other in a female setting I scoff , so they intend for us to sleep separately

It was a sparse bedroom with simple furnishings of a four poster bed with blue and golden sheets, two windows blinded with thick golden and dark blue brocade curtains, a chest and a nightstand flanked both sides of the bed and a fireplace sat opposite the bed, devoid of any flame. The wooden floor glistened under the shining candelabra that hung from the wooden beams of the ceiling. The dresser by the right end was adorned with sconces beside it. The room looked rather impressive even though nothing in Abbator should impress her. “This shall be your chambers, my lady…” The woman started, but Isolde cut in. “My name is Isolde.” The woman’s eyes blinked. A longing look crossed her face. “Isold

Instead, his rage congeals into a kind of white stillness. The fetid room is as well-kept as is possible with sagging ceilings, damp, black mould and the smell of mushrooms. A single room; a bed, no kitchen facilities.... Where's the bathroom? That stench from across the hall? The covers are turned back on the bed and when I touch the sheets there is a trace of warmth… But she's fully dressed… … Wearing clothes in bed to stay warm…? .... or too tired to undress…?

"We cannot do anything about it. There are luckier women out there compared to the others. And also added to that were the women he had bedded so far." Silence. "Speaking of that one...I saw them once..." Wait. What did the servant see? I wanted to hear the rest of the story so far. I heard their retreating footsteps followed by a soft click. I opened one eye and looked at the door. It was finally close. I listened to the surroundings. It seemed like I was the only one here. I released a breath that I was holding while the servants were talking. They were finally gone. I scanned the surroundings. I was in a chamber? It was elegantly decorated with all the ornaments made with gold. And the b

But I counted them in my peripheral vision the way I counted everything, automatically, without meaning to. Twelve. Twelve women in white dresses looking down at the entrance hall. Mrs. Chen led me up to the third floor and opened a door into a room that made my breath catch. A real bed with four posts and heavy blankets. A fireplace already lit. Curtains that reached the floor. And on the side table, a tray. Soup, bread, a small bowl of cut fruit. My stomach cramped at the sight of it. "The bathroom is through there," Mrs. Chen said, moving around the room, adjusting small things. "I'll come by before bed with tea. It helps with sleep, especially the first few nights." She paused beside me

Of course this marriage wouldn't even include sharing a bedroom. I followed her down corridors that seemed to exist eternally, by rooms full of furniture that probably cost more than my childhood home. Everything was pristine. Clean. Sterile. Like a hotel that wouldn't take guests. My room was larger than my entire apartment in the city. Bedroom, sitting room, bathroom with tub large enough to swim in. My clothes were unpacked and in a closet the size of a small bedroom. Everything is neat and in order. Everything except me. "Dinner is at seven," Mrs. Chen said. "Mr. Marchetti likes to be punctual. Do you have any questions?"

Everything felt warm, elegant, and impossibly quiet. My eyes drifted to the enormous bed sitting in the middle of the room. The bed was far too big for someone sleeping in it alone. Again, why did I think Julian and I would be staying in the same room? The woman gently set my duffle bag down on the stool behind me and offered me a small, polite smile. “Please do ring the Concierge if you need anything at all, Madam.” Then she left, and the door clicked shut behind her. I immediately let myself fall backward onto the bed, staring up at the blown-glass chandelier hanging from the high ceiling as the quiet of the room slowly settled around me.

He was a diligent man when it came to his business, that's what made him what he is today. I looked at the time, while pressing my fingers on my eyes because they were throbbing from having been glued at the computer screen. I wouldn't have cared about being stuck with my new laptop till this late, had things not been this awkward. The room which was designated as "the bridal chamber" was decorated with rose petals and scented candles, the flowy curtains and the red satin sheets turned it into a scene straight from a Regency erotica. I was distracted by the aqua scent as the bathroom door opened, and my eyes got glued at the sight which was right before my eyes.

With a grateful smile, the woman watched his retreating figure for a moment before turning her attention to the room before her. The bedroom she had chosen was cozy and inviting, with a large, comfortable-looking bed adorned with a soft, quilted duvet in muted earth tones. The wooden furniture, including a dresser and nightstand, added a rustic charm to the space. A small reading nook by the window featured a plush green armchair with a side table and a lamp, creating a perfect spot for quiet moments of reflection. Vivienne's bags had already been placed at the foot of the bed, and she approached them with a sense of anticipation. She began to unpack her belongings, neatly arranging her clot

I walked to the small couch and slowly settled into the chair with my mind swirling with thoughts, but I couldn't also help but take in the opulence of the room I was in, the big bed and feminine table and other feminine stuffs like combs, mirror armlets and skin care products which was littered around the table, I couldn't help but wonder if he has a womon in his life who owns all of this. Or perhaps she was gone like others? Just as the maids had said how he uses any woman in his life. But why was I assigned this same room? What would I become to Alpha Wayden, his whore for life or my fate would be like the same women who had stayed in this same room?