House Keeping Novels & Stories

“Ms. Everett, how can I help you?” “Please just call me Krystal or K.” “I will use Krystal then, so how can I be of help?” “I need a housekeeper; do you know anyone that you can recommend for me?” “What kind of person are you looking for?” “Someone a bit older and experienced.” “The working hours.” “She will be responsible for the cleaning, laundry and meals. As long as she is done, she can leave. So everything will depend on her,” Krystal gave a detailed answer.

He must be worried about someone breaking into his home. As we walk into the apartment, I am hit with a foul stench. I gag and cover my mouth and nose. Maxwell laughs, “I let the housekeeper go last week, and Taylor and I get sweaty at the gym. We walk into a formal seating area that leads into the kitchen. The kitchen is open to a large informal seating area. A large island separates the rooms. To the left of the kitchen is a formal dining room. The table can sit up to eight. A yellow and red folder sits on the table. Maxwell motions for me to sit. “These are your duties. I made life easier for you and put together a list. This folder explains everything I want cleaned and how I want it cle

- No, someone will come to help me soon. Every week, there are people who come to do a big cleaning, which consists of trimming the lawn and the flowers in the yard, as well as cleaning the house. Indeed, it would be impossible to keep a big house so clean, if she worked alone. The glass doors and windows are professionally wiped down by specialized personnel, which is why she will not be able to clean everything, despite her diligence. Chloe pushes her onto the couch, then she washes her hands and asks her:

It was afternoon and the housekeepers of the Tepes Mansion were busy. A blonde, beautiful woman stood in the middle of a large hall, instructing all the housekeepers, who wore a white and black knee-length dress. Some of the housekeepers were cleaning the floor and some of the housekeepers were arranging alcohol in a bar counter. A few of them were cleaning the portraits on the wall. "Mrs Brown, please go to that bar counter and help those new girls in arranging everything. Miss Poppy, that corner still looks dirty."

He just stood there for a few seconds, making sure I'd really cleaned it off, then walked away silently. I exhaled softly after he disappeared around the corner. This house was more like a five-star hotel than a home. The difference was, there were no guests here. Just the employers… and the people who work for them. At ten past eight, the breakfast table is set. Knives and forks are aligned. Napkins are folded with identical corners. Coffee cups are placed exactly one inch from the edge of the table. I stand behind the service door with two other servants, waiting to see if anyone would call.

The lighting inside was bright, just like the hallways we passed through, where the bulbs lit up as we approached and automatically turned off when we moved away. "Please enjoy your meal, Ma’am. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to tell any of us. There are only five of us working here. I’m the head housekeeper. Then there’s Dessa, Janis, Mayline, and Arlene. We each have our own tasks, but if you need help, we’ll prioritize you." "I’ll be fine. I’m also a housemaid," I replied as she pulled out a chair for me. Manang Helen seemed momentarily taken aback by my response, but I ignored it. She looked like she wanted to ask something but chose to remain silent.

Grateful that Katy let me know I have some time. The house is messy after four children and Josh running around all morning. I take a deep breath and get started, working my way through each room as fast I can. Tidying away bowls, plates and what feels like a hundred plastic spoons from the floor, or hidden down the back of the furniture. I shove everything in the dishwasher and have a rapid clean of the kitchen before running through the living space and just clearing away toys into their baskets. Finally, the house looks more civilised.

Meanwhile, the cobbler’s apprentice made a paper template of her foot and arch, measured the inner and outer curve, and assigned two types of house shoes: a soft-soled pair for room use and a sturdier, slip-resistant pair for moving around the inner courtyard. The cleaning service performed the room’s first deep cleaning: they replaced all textiles, recorded the issued bedding and towels in the inventory, checked the bolts and hinges, refreshed the washroom supplies (soap, cloth, comb cover), adjusted the window locks so they wouldn’t slam shut during airing, and placed the house rules’ short extract titled “Emergency Steps” on the wall hook.

I stood in the kitchen, dicing some vegetables for the food I was cooking for dinner. I had gotten my first pay just yesterday, and used a small amount for the groceries we needed at home. Everything has just been so strange these past few days. It was nearly as if a magical wand had touched my step father. Suddenly, he was in such a good mood, that he was almost never at home, and when he was, he sat down in the garage welding for people, while humming some Korean old songs.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever