Housekeeper In A Dungeon Novels & Stories

Mrs Richard said, trying to calm them down. They all sat down, on a different chair with various thoughts occupying their minds. "Anyone famished like me? " Mrs Smith said, standing up from her chair but no one replied as they had on their faces a sad countenance. "Wanna get something to eat," she said walking to the kitchen. "Get me a glass of water" Mr Richard finally said, changing his mood. He's the only man among them, he has to play that role and calm the rest down. The dim light that penetrated through the little iron window makes the dungeon a bit visible. Everywhere smells blood and terror as human skulls and other human parts could be found in the dungeon.

Because some of the things, like the coach, tables, looked untouched like no one ver sat there. Same as Marjorie's decoration with gray and white, that was exactly how Mr. Christian house was. Gray and white, couches, carpet. The walls except for glass were white. “You can make yourself comfortable. While I call Ophelia, the main housekeeper to come and get you and show you around, show your room so that you can keep your things, have a bath and then she can later tell you what you will be doing." Take my bath? Was I smelling? I took up my right hand and sniffed my armpit and did the same to my left hand but it was smelling, so why would he tell me to take a bath?

Pierce. As I stood under the hot water, one thought refused to leave me alone: the little menace I now call my housekeeper. I'd hoped for a serene, graceful woman—maybe the kind who hums softly while folding linens and smells like lavender. Instead, I got a swamp goblin with attitude issues, a music addiction, and a gift for chaos. Zane challenged me to last a week without firing her. Fine. I’ll play along. But he never said I had to make it easy for her. She jolted me awake—so naturally, I'm planning a bit of revenge.

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

Housekeeper Alvin sighed softly before he stood in front of his master and shook his head with a mysterious smile laid on it, “It seems you wanted to play the game.” Housekeeper Alvin did not speak a lot and was already used to his master not answering his words. Sometimes, even getting a reaction from him was like getting a second life. Finishing whatever he wanted to say, he went back towards the flock of people rushing over here and there and asked them to clean and assign them their work for the day. In the green mansion,

Click. He opened the backdoor carefully and proceeded inside. The stench that slapped him was overwhelming, even with his senses. He covered his nose as his eyes glowed softly, scanning the room he entered. A kitchen. A filthy one at that. For a woman that seemed pretty clean, she lived in a poor environment. Was her habits that bad that she couldn't lift a finger to clean a single thing? He dipped into her memories again, this time searching for a sense of responsibility. He noticed her cleaning up here and there, then an abrupt voice startling her each time. An older woman. Her Aunt Ruth, she had called her. He grimaced as he looked at the pile of dishes in the sink before slipping out of

His roar exalts me, and I almost faint. Immediately, an elderly lady appears through the door leading to the back, which I assume is the kitchen or perhaps the housekeepers’ area. With a castle like this, it takes at least three people to keep it tidy and clean. “Sir,” the woman greeted without smiling and without looking at me. “Do you wish to see Dante? He’s almost asleep, but I’m sure...”

The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great. There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion. The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.

Diana could not stop thinking about him. Not when she was scrubbing the top of the kitchen counters, not when she was cleaning the floors of the kitchen or living room, and sure as hell not when she was mopping the floor of her room. The room she had been given as a housekeeper was more luxurious than anything she had ever been given the opportunity to sleep in.

I stayed under the water, unable to move until I couldn't breathe anymore. Unable to fight it anymore, I gave in to darkness and fell unconscious. ******* Damian was all dressed up ready to leave for the company but decided to have breakfast with his little woman before he leaves.. “Where is she?” He asked the housekeeper when he got to the dining Hall but couldn't find her there.. Earlier he'd instructed the Housekeeper to go tell her to come down for breakfast but to his surprise she wasn't down yet… Is she trying to be stubborn again? “I did inform her but she showed no interest in coming outta her room.” The housekeeper bluntly lied with head hung low.