Housekeeper In A Dungeon Novels & Stories

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

More physical. It seems that roles have been reversed. “I’m going to sleep. Clean up, everything. Okay?” She yawned and stretched her arms. For three hours, Dominick finds out how the vacuum works, or how the mop works. It was easy since he saw it a lot of times to the maids and butlers. Squeaky clean. There he goes. Even in the bathroom, he cleaned it up. That’s when he realized that he didn't feel any poison on him but he took a bath just to make sure.

"If you are late, we start docking your daily water rations." They slammed the door behind them. My hands shook uncontrollably as I pulled the coarse, abrasive fabric over my head. I walked down the dark, freezing servant corridors to the massive industrial kitchens located in the basement of the estate. The head housekeeper, a bitter, broad-shouldered woman fiercely loyal to Yvonne, stood waiting. She kicked a heavy metal bucket of freezing, soapy water toward me, accompanied by a stiff-bristle scrubbing brush. "Start with the grout," she ordered, pointing a thick finger at the sprawling expanse of grease-stained, rough-hewn stone flooring. "I want it spotless before the cooks arrive for br

How much worse can day two possibly get? Downstairs, the kitchen gleamed like a sterile prison marble counters, endless copper pots hanging like weapons. An older maid turned from the stove, gray streaks in her tight bun, kind eyes crinkling with concern. "Mrs. Blackwood? I'm Martha. Do you need any help with breakfast this morning, or—"

She could not let anyone suspect her, not even Evie. "That place is not fit for a human. You would not even want to see what it looks like." "I know," Eleanor was running out of patience. "Just tell me where it is." "There is a long hallway by the left when you reach downstairs that leads outside and straight to the other side. That is where the dungeons are located." The first floor was always filled with maids and pups roaming around the place. How could she possibly sneak into the dungeons without anyone noticing her? "Are you okay?" Evie rubbed a hand on Eleanor’s arm. "You suddenly look pale. Is the food bad?"

Not like there was, but I needed to be extra careful not to let a single human in sight of what I was about to do, or where I was headed. Finally, I was on the floor. The first floor where Ophelia and I stay. Our rooms were the only ones out there, but that was all everyone knew, including her. What no one knew was that there was a secret dungeon, right up the first floor. Secluded in a place only I know of. Also housing a person no one wants to set his or her eyes on. It was a good thing I didn't place cameras at this part of the mansion. It was fucking time to bring her out. That's if she still has any essence left in her.

“You don’t have to think about that. In fact, you can remodel any place as you see fit, except my mother’s den of course. And the dungeons.” “Dungeons?” Mane Rhiannon resided in one of the floors with her mate. Chanel and Aire shared a floor. Saint and Valentino had a room on the same floor as Yves. He was yet to explore other parts of the mansion. But he knew it was too big and would take a few days to get accustomed to. “Well…it’s just a basement where we…um…you know. Well my mum likes to call it her dungeon and it stuck with us.”

The whole outside perimeter of the house was electrified and anyone who came too close would have no one to blame for their death. I walked down the stairs with my guards on my tail. once I got into the dungeon, the door clicked shut behind me. I smiled as I saw my victim fighting his bindings, yelling furiously like a rabid dog who wanted to take a bite out of its owner. This was going to be a fun day.

I took the opportunity to hire several housekeepers for her—one for cleaning, one for cooking, and one who would focus solely on her recovery. Calvin once hired some housekeepers for her so that she could enjoy her retirement. But she'd always chased them away after a few days, claiming she didn't need help and that it was a waste of money. Now that Mrs. Hearth couldn't move around on her own, she had no choice but to accept it. Just as we were about to have dinner, someone knocked on the door. The housekeeper opened the door, and Calvin's uncle and aunt walked in, followed by a young woman.

The dungeon was built under the big house and had a special stair leading to it. The dungeon itself was a large space, dark and cold. It had tiny rooms for locking offenders in and these doors were made of metal, they had keys and only the gammas watching over the dungeon had the keys. When he arrived in the dungeon with gammas, he was shown to where Irene was kept and he walked to the room. The doors were barred and he could see the girl even while standing outside.