Housekeeper In A Dungeon Novels & Stories

Most of my staff lived on the premises in a separate building at the back of the main house. No one came forward. They looked at one another and back at me. “We have nothing to hide Mr. Lupei.” One of the maids said and the others agreed with her. “Why now all of a sudden?” Katherina asked. “This has never happened before.” Sal answered. “Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing to be found anyway.” Brown called out to me. “Mr. Lupei a moment please.” I knew he wanted me to open the dungeon. Darina’s eyes went wide. “The playroom. Oh, my god was it illegal to have something like that?”

I opened the door and saw a woman in her forties or fifties. “Hi. You are—?” “I’m the housekeeper for the scheduled cleaning.” I nodded and stepped aside to let the housekeeper in. As I was sitting on the couch watching TV, suddenly, a scream came from upstairs. I rushed into the bedroom. The panicked housekeeper looked at me. Next to her feet was a broken photo frame. This was Bishop’s bedroom, so the framed photo— I guessed it was probably a photo of him and his mother when he was a child.

I walked over to the door and tried the doorknob. To my surprise, the doorknob twisted all the way. They hadn't locked me inside my room after all! They were probably very confident that I hadn't caught on to their plans yet. I inhaled deeply and pushed the door open before walking out. I heard sounds from the kitchen, like someone sharpening a knife. I didn't put on my indoor slippers and carefully made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The housekeeper, Suzy Barker, had her back turned to me. She held a very sharp meat cleaver, honing it against the block repeatedly.

Hi, Miss Andrea, I'm Edna your new house keeper is there anything you want me to cook for you for lunch" "thanks, and by the way I'm also an employee in this house, I'm not superior to the both of you if I want food, I'd just fix it myself"

, she assured the lady in a comforting way The chef waited so long for the housekeeper to arrive but her presence wasn't within the corner It bothered her because she isn't alleged to stay so long Since she was done with everything in the kitchen, it hit her mind to strode into the dinning and meet her over there A single soul wasn't found in the dinning or either the sitting room, and so she decided to move upstairs concluding that Candi must have called for her presence The housekeeper is a type that Can pass through abuses all in the name of being a worker…but she bets never to let Candida try such on her dear friend

my mind just goes back to murdering the dragon. I roll up the sleeves of the dragon's shirt and start cleaning; all the while my stomach growls between cussing. I hate cleaning, but I hate filthy more. I estimate an hour passes before shiny metal appliances and marble countertops greet me. I slowly run my fingers over the newly cleaned counters and walk to the stove. It looks odd and it takes a moment for me to figure out it's not gas or electric; it's a wood burning stove with an edgy look, so it fits the room. There's no microwave or dishwasher, but there is a sink which I used to clean the dragon's mess. I open cabinets without discovering actual food. Plates, cups, and utensils are here

my mind just goes back to murdering the dragon. I roll up the sleeves of the dragon's shirt and start cleaning; all the while my stomach growls between cussing. I hate cleaning, but I hate filthy more. I estimate an hour passes before shiny metal appliances and marble countertops greet me. I slowly run my fingers over the newly cleaned counters and walk to the stove. It looks odd and it takes a moment for me to figure out it's not gas or electric; it's a wood burning stove with an edgy look, so it fits the room. There's no microwave or dishwasher, but there is a sink which I used to clean the dragon's mess. I open cabinets without discovering actual food. Plates, cups, and utensils are here

"Not tonight, son." I walked out without another word, leaving him alone to his thoughts. I was eager to begin the work I enjoyed. Let's see which wolves would break first. Making my way down two flights of stairs, I unlocked the heavy silver-reinforced door and pushed it aside. Our dungeon wasn't really a dungeon, per se, just a cement, steel-clad underground bunker with several, fun and unique torture devices. I stopped and tilted my head, eyeing the violent machines that could twist and break either a Wolf or human in so many inventive ways. My lips curled into a sly grin. Maybe it was a dungeon, by definition, after all.

Locking the door he walked further. He knew that his house help Daisy Dukes who was a lady in her late forties has already left. She cleans, cooks and takes care of his penthouse the whole day and only she is allowed to enter here. He went to the kitchen and saw the food which was already left for him by daisy but he wasn't in the mood to have any food as usual.

I heard the butler say. I was surprised. Damien is definitely a good actor, all this for a fake marriage? I pondered. I stood with my hands folded behind my back as he delegated new maids to me. We continued our tour around the house. The kitchen was like a five star restaurant kitchen. It was big and well equipped. “Can you cook ma'am?" He asked to bring me back from drooling over the interior of the kitchen. With a smile I responded “yes". We headed to the laundry room, then to the store, study, party hall, game area, swimming pool, garden, garage, fountain and a mini playground.