Good Goblin Housekeeping Novels & Stories

Stella did as her madam had asked, thinking that the lady of the house must have a strong stomach to digest all those food combinations or would be spending a long time in the toilet when she was done eating. Gabby pounced on her food and ate like no tomorrow, she never learned etiquette, her upbringing didn’t permit it, so she had every gravy with the spoon provided and used her bare hands to eat the meat, although the food was much, gabby could be heard cracking the bones of the chicken and lamb with her teeth, dropping the pieces onto the empty plate. She ignored the surprised gaze that the maids gave her as she was so engrossed she didn’t even notice their presence.

he commanded again, his tone leaving no room for argument. I sat down, still dazed from how he had handled the situation, and began to eat. Gabriel, in the meantime, cleared the counter, cleaning up the mess I had made. "Mr. Storm, you don’t have to clean up after me," I protested, standing to help, but he shook his head. "It doesn’t matter who made the mess," his voice was firm. "What matters is that it gets cleaned. Now sit and finish your breakfast." I sat back and continued eating. I couldn’t help but stare at Gabriel in amazement. He was meticulous, wiping every surface until the kitchen gleamed. This man was a paradox—cold, commanding, yet surprisingly considerate.

“There’s so much here! Can they really finish all of this?” “There’s even more at their house—three double-door refrigerators. The house is so big that even three maids wouldn’t be enough.” “That house should’ve been yours and Tintin’s.” “It’s okay. I’m used to this kind of life.” They arrived at Gabriel’s house, and Erika couldn’t believe what she saw—it was huge. “What is this? It looks like a house from TV. From the outside, you’d think ten maids live here. How do you even manage to clean this entire place?”

After reading the note, she could not help smiling at herself. She placed the note back to the table, brushed her teeth then went downstairs for breakfast. Steve had prepared her favourite pancakes and tea. After she was done with breakfast, she cleaned the utensils. The house had many maids but she preferred helping them in doing most of the household chores that she was able to. Gabby and Steve had requested their dad to ask the maids to be coming for work at noon and he agreed to it. Gabby sat at the sofa and took the remote control to turn on the television.

I stood there with my head bowed, silently swallowing his scorn. Before long, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the quiet house. I slowly looked up, staring at the empty living room. The sunlight streaming in was still warm, but it did nothing to melt the chill inside me. I sank into the couch and rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of it all. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and a new notification popped up on the screen. I tapped it open without thinking. [Your card ending in 5587 has been charged 158,600 dollars.]

I clutched it to my chest. Mrs. Gable stepped closer. She smelled like bleach. "That is a rag, Miss Hayes," she said. "It is unhygienic. Give it to me." "No." "Sentimental value is a weakness in this house," Gable said. She reached out. Her fingers were like claws. "It clutters the mind. Mr. Volkov wants you focused." "I don't care what he wants!" I lunged away from her and backed into the corner, clutching the wool.

"I've missed you." "I've missed you more." She pulled me inside. The house smelled like stew. Home. Real home. Not marble floors and million-dollar chandeliers. Just... Home. We spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing. She complained about the maid I'd hired. Apparently the woman folded towels "the wrong way." I tried not to laugh. Gabriella had stopped by earlier that morning, bringing groceries and refusing to leave until Nana promised to eat properly. I silently thanked her.

"Alright. You get ten minutes while I go downstairs and talk to the butler." Madison mumbles something and goes back to sleep. Leaning down, I give her a gentle kiss on the cheek before heading out. I press the button in the dining room to summon Gabriel, my trusted butler, and housekeeper here. He has been taking care of the property and keeping an eye on other employees for the last five years. Within moments, Gabriel appears with his usual composed demeanor. "Good morning, Mr. Giovanni," Gabriel greets me with a respectful nod. "How may I assist you today?"

My house has never been cleaner. Funny, how hard it is to get back to your normal routine after almost sleeping with a sixteen-hundred-year-old vampire and there’s a chance a Gatekeeper of the underworld is walking around the Midwest. Yesterday, after visiting Betty at her parents’ house, I deep cleaned my kitchen. And I mean deep. I took expired food out of my pantry and reorganized my herb cabinet. I even vacuumed under the stove. Then I moved onto my bedroom. Dusted everything, changed the sheets, and changed out all my protective crystals for freshly charged ones. I tackled the bathroom next and then crashed on the couch with a bottle of sweet red wine while watching 80s movies.

"Mr. Live-In Son-in-Law, how did you find time to come to the company?" The surrounding employees heard the commotion and gathered around. "It's him, the loser who lets his wife have children with another man." "Seriously? He looks normal to me." "You didn't see the photos in the group chat? It's him!" The receptionist stopped me smugly. "Mr. Silton, Ms. Geller is very busy right now and has no time to see you." "Move aside," I said coldly. She answered sarcastically, "Oh, don't be so harsh. Although you're Ms. Geller's husband, you're just... a live-in son-in-law, after all."