House Keeping Novels & Stories

The only one who didn’t cook was Zane, so he usually handled the dishwashing. I've been eating here since high school, so I know these things well. Their house is spacious and well-maintained, with a cleaning service coming weekly to keep it in top shape. These dinners felt like home to me, familiar and comforting, and it was no wonder I knew every corner of their house.

Before, there was no need to knock on Gabe's door because she knew the code, but he had changed it after his former housekeeper left. When she turned the knob, it opened up, just as she had thought it would. She walked to the hangar that was down the hall and dropped her black leather jacket on it, then she proceeded into the living room, looking around to see everywhere as shiny as usual. Gabe was what one could refer to as a neat freak and Alex was doing an even more wonderful job, coupled with the cleaner still coming in every once or so to clean.

Then we went into his office and I sat. “Alright so I'll tell you some of the things you have to do. In this house, we have eight rooms, a large kitchen, A living room, a library, some other rooms used for various activities, you have to take care of them all, not that they need much cleaning, though. And also, whenever you're called upon, you answer, do you get that? Its simple, isn't it?” He said as he removed his glasses and set them gently on the table. “Yes sir, I understand it” I replied, nodding my head.

I think this is as good at its gonna get. When I exit the bathroom, Tate looks at me and gives me that sexy smirk. I guess he approves. "You look perfect, Princess. I'm glad to see everything fits," he coos. I want to ask him about that, but he pulls my hand and I'm following him downstairs once again. "Fallon, I'd like to introduce you to my house staff. I have a cleaning service here twice a week dealing with any heavy cleaning that needs to be done," he states as we stand before three individuals.

I said holding her tummy. Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, where Mother Tanna, our elderly housekeeper, was already bustling about, preparing breakfast for the day. She had been with our family for years, and her presence brought a sense of warmth and familiarity into our home. We shared a silent understanding as we worked together, knowing that we were both doing our part to ensure Athara's comfort.

“Alpha Cyrus sent me. He thought you might need these things.” “Thank you,” I said to her as she put them down on the bed. Afterward, she stood with her hands on her hips, and watched me. “My name is Marcia, and I’m the housekeeper here. It’s my job to make sure everything is tended to well, and as you will be living here, you’ve become my responsibility, too. So, if there’s anything you might need, all you have to do is ask.” I nodded. “I will.”

The view was what Julian had always wanted from his domestic staff. All the surfaces, including fixtures and some appliances which were cleaned weekly, were totally wiped. The windows were totally wiped down. Julian left Hazel in the living room after sending a notification to the kitchen and walked hurriedly to his room. He could not believe his eyes. His en-suite lavatory was cleaned and disinfected. His walk-in closet received the touch of a woman. He shrugged as everywhere kept sparkling. "Sweetheart, you hired a professional this time," Hazel smirked, throwing herself at him.

"I have been with that child from his adolescence. His own past is like an onion. So many layers, and peeling back that layers is not easy. Never seen a person that was successful either." I nodded and asked, "How many staff works here? and what there, like routine?" She kept a plate filled with bacon, sausage, dumpling, waffles and a cup of tea in front of me. "Although the house is two storey high, there are lots of room and it is spacious. The big living room has 2 workers to clean it, all the bathroom has 3-4 cleaner, there are around 5-6 bedroom so there will be atleast 8 cleaners. Then there is the game room, small living room upstairs, the library, business/meeting room and the outsid

Thirty four minutes. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table, read the same sentence three times without absorbing a single word, and put it back down. The knock at the door pulled me off the couch faster than I intended. I was halfway across the room, already reaching for the handle with relief arriving too early. I opened the door. The housekeeper stood in the hallway, slightly apologetic, hands clasped in front of her. "Miss Leclair, I'm so sorry to disturb you. There's a problem with the sprinkler system at the back. Maintenance needs access to the panel inside."

she encourages. Adjacent to the kitchen is the mudroom, which has a back door leading to the garden, and a laundry room, where I meet Lacy, the housekeeper. She’s an older woman with crinkly eyes and a warm smile that instantly warms me to her. "Pleased to meet you, Zahra," she says, her voice as comforting as a warm blanket. Her presence adds a homely touch to the otherwise intimidatingly beautiful house.