Femme De Chambre Novels & Stories

Her bedroom door slammed, the sound echoing through the grand hall. Her room was her sanctuary—pink and lavishly decorated, soft fabrics draping every surface. Plush pillows crowded the bed, a delicate chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow even in the dim evening. Posters of pop stars and artful nude sketches covered the walls, a blend of girly charm and secret indulgence. On her dresser lay her collection of toys, carefully lined up like instruments of temptation.

“You need silence. Control. Not curious stares.” He pushed open a door at the end of the hall the one leading to his private chambers. The room was vast, dimly lit by a fireplace that roared as though it had been waiting for them. The air smelled of pine and smoke, of him. Her pulse skipped. “Killian…” He set her down gently on the bed, his hands lingering at her waist as though reluctant to let go. His gaze raked over her her trembling limbs, her pale lips, the faint glow still radiating from her skin.

The cold air from air conditioner kissed my sweaty skin that run shiver down my spine. The living room was beautiful.A crystal chandelier hung in the dome shaped roof.The furniture were all fine mahogany wood made and antique paintings adored the cream walls.There were family portraits,mostly of his mother's family but I could see a few of him also.A set of golden staircase led to the first floor where I spotted numberless doors.I was in my examining session when loud clicking of heels echoed in the silenced room. "Oh mio bambino mi sei mancato così tanto."A woman in her late forties with crimson white skin and raven black hair engulfed Damien into a bear hug.

Her socks barely making a noise as they shuffled up. They stopped outside her bedroom door. Jackson's hand fell from hers, and immediately she missed the warmth. But she shook the feeling away, refusing to dwell on it. "Goodnight." She said in a hushed voice, and she couldn't see him in the dark, but she could have sworn she heard him chuckle. A breath slipped past her ear, and she flustered. "Night Princess. And thank you, for what you said." And just like that, he was gone. His steps receding down the hall to the guest room as she stared after the receding noise.

She couldn't risk talking against the empress in front of the maids. They watch her stand up from the bed wearing her old but still beautiful blue lingerie. "Let's get this over with." She said and they led her to the bathroom. She was surprised there was another room inside the chamber. The room was beautiful with many luxurious interior designs and closets for extra dresses which were almost empty. It was the dressing room. she looked at herself in the gigantic mirror which had golden flower pattern-designed edges. They opened another door which was the bathroom and led her to the bathtub.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Cheryl immediately turned around and looked at Rafael, who was standing behind her. "You can't make me sleep here, can you?" she asked with wary eyes. “Did I book another room? This is all that remains, princess.” Rafael smiled. Briefly, he still had time to cast a mocking glance when he saw Cheryl's pale face, who was staring in fear. The attic room was very narrow, very very thin. The area is less than half of the bathroom in the mansion. Even the mattress is only as large as the dressing table. No, Cheryl wouldn't be able to sleep there.

I saw her glance over to the man who had driven me here before turning her perfectly plastered smile back to me. "Ofcourse, right this way. We'll get your luggage taken up to your room and it will be waiting for you there." She told me as she ushered me down the hallway towards the back of the house. We stepped into a room with grey walls that had a small bar sitting on the far side of the room. There were 4 large black lounge chairs in the middle of the room, and 2 dark grey ones that sat infront of the fire place. On the windowed wall there was a glass chess board that sat on an iron table with two iron chairs to match. There was a woman, not much older than myself with pale skin and short

A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length wavy hair, light skin, and a skinny build, appeared from behind the door. “Alma, is the guest room prepared?” He asked her. “Yes, it’s ready.” Her gaze landed on Victoria, she raised her brow. “Who is this woman? Will you be sharing a room with her?” She asked in confusion. “This is Victoria and yes, we’ll be sleeping together.” He answered briefly before carrying her inside the house. He walked inside the room and placed Victoria on the bed. She must be so tired because even after all the movements, there was no sign of her waking up.

Ella (Rosabella) slowly took a deep breath as she placed her hands on the door, and Ella (Rosabella) slowly swung the door wide open. Ella (Rosabella) gasped in amazement as she walked into the bedchamber, and Ella (Rosabella) placed her hands over her mouth. The bedchamber that she strides into the room as it was fit for a princess or Queen, and Ella (Rosabella) put her hands over her mouth as she was spell-bound. Ella (Rosabella) saw a gold/red/silver four-posted bed, and the headboard had her initials. Ella (Rosabella) knew that she had never slept in a four-poster bed, and she saw a sofa, two armchairs and a table.