House Wife Novels & Stories

"Not that I don't want you to do that. I just really can't believe that a lazy brat, Ava Whitlock, is doing her wife's duty." "Gosh, I'm just doing this, for the sake of our families and to my company as well. I don't want you to think that I'm useless in your life. So just let me do what I'm doing. Besides, I don't have a choice. We don't have a maid. So, no one else will do the household chores but me, right?" "Okay. At least I won't have too much trouble explaining to you. Good thing that you already know what those responsibilities are inside and outside the house. So, does-"

How could someone like me be fit to be a wife? "You know what? Sometimes I really think that you are exaggerating things. How could I be fit to be the wife of your brother? I don't even know how to clean a house, how to cook, or a lot of other chores, and of course I am not even your brother's girlfriend. And me, I add, I ran away from my fiance because I'm not ready to be a housewife." Hazel laughed. "You really underestimated yourself, girl. Household chores could be learned, but not your personality, which a lot of people would love. "I'm about to be Ice's girlfriend; just leave it to me."

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

Aziza said. “Ma sha Allah, at least you will have time to relax. Don’t you think you should get the service of a house maid?” The woman asked her and she swallowed hard. “Do you think it is necessary mami? I don’t do much ooo?” Aziza said to her mother in law. “What is the not too much you are not doing?” the woman asked her. “You cook, clean, take care of the kids and your husband… you go to the market? What is that not too much you don’t do, you are also Habeebullah teacher?” Her mother asked her and Aziza swallowed hard.

She asks. “Well, I haven’t thought about yet.” And it’s true. All my life I’ve only wanted to survive, and I didn’t really have anything I wanted to do until now. “So, what have you been doing before this?” “I was a housewife,” I stated matter of factly. “Then before that?” “You mean, before Shadow?” she nods. “I was a domestic worker,” I muttered. “Okay. What do you want to specialize in, like your dream job?” she asks.

"Yes, you were. You were living paycheck to paycheck, wearing the same three outfits to work, eating ramen for dinner every night. And I saved you. I gave you this house, these clothes, this life. And this is how you repay me? By being a constant disappointment?" The tears were flowing freely now, and I couldn't stop them. "I've tried to be a good wife to you. I cook your meals, I clean the house, I work full-time to help with the bills.." "And you do it all wrong!" He shouted, making me jump. "The food is always too bland or too spicy, the house is never clean enough, and don't even get me started on how you embarrass me in front of my friends and colleagues." "How do I embarrass you?" I as

Suddenly, my voice was swift and soft as I collected the papers from her. I gave a single and a loud clap. In minutes, all the workers in the mansion fell out. They stood in a straight line with their hands crossed in front of them. “Mrs Blackwood!” I announced and they all bowed in greetings. “Do what is necessary and make sure that she is treated like I’m treated.” I ordered, and they nodded. I had five workers: the chef, the cleaner, the gardener, the driver and their director. I pulled my beloved wife from their sight, “The court wedding is tomorrow and after then, I’ll send my lawyers to clear and settle all the issues with the debt.” I smiled, trying to get comfortable with the new dev

“I’ve listened to all your songs. Mainly when I cook in the kitchen.” “Thank you,” Bethany said politely. “I’m glad to have some fans here. But please, treat me like I was just another member of your pack. You may call me Bethany.” “Of course,” the woman said. “I am Deanna. But most call me Dee. I’m the house mother.” “A house mother?” “I’m in charge of all the workers in the packhouse,” she explained. “I do most of the cooking as well. Like a mother.”

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

“We’re here” “Let’s have our lunch first, then we will tour you with the whole house.” “Okay”, she said while looking around. Wow! The place is so big. The house is so big. It was a mansion. She never lived in a big house. While she can proudly say that she was a successful Chef slash businesswoman in her previous life, she never lived in a big house. She just buy a condominium unit near the restaurant for convenient and a house in a rural with a large yard for her gardening. Well, she was alone and she believes that it is not practical to have a big house added the fact that it was time consumable to clean a big house. She does not hire a housekeeper to help her for maintaining the house be