Housekeeper In A Dungeon Novels & Stories

The realization that I was not alone after all resonated within me and I've been conscious of that fact and I like that. It made me feel at peace. But then, whoever the mole in my house is, must leave today. Dropping my bag on the couch, I rang for the bell that was supposed to call for them. Soon enough, they started coming in. And there were about five of them. “Good evening, Miss. Is there a reason why you have called us all here at this time?” The housekeeper, who was a little older, asked. The woman looked strict. She never took rubbish or sucked up to anyone in this house since I joined. Her facial features almost looked like that of maleficent. And from what I know, she's been working

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.

For him. The corridors of the Thorne pack house were intimidating - all polished wood and expensive furnishings. I kept my head down, hoping to remain unnoticed as I searched for the kitchens. Instead, I encountered Mrs. Davis, the housekeeper who had confronted me yesterday. Her wolf's dominance immediately pressed down on Emily, making my knees tremble. "Look what the wind blew in," she sneered. "The Rivers trash, looking for handouts." I kept my gaze lowered. "I'm looking for work. Any position in the kitchens, laundry, anywhere."

A uniformed woman approached us from the hallway, wiping her hands on a white apron. “You must be Mr. Sutherland and your wife. I’m Elsie, the housekeeper. And that's Kareem, our chef” she introduced herself. Kareem, a broad-shouldered man with a neat beard, waved from the kitchen island, where the smell of something rich and garlicky drifted in the air. I turned slowly, trying to reconcile the outside world with the inside one. “This is… unexpected,” I murmured. Daniel gave a curt nod, his eyes scanning the space. “The company wanted me focused, not distracted by groceries or laundry.”

". Myra my wolf whined as Reece words lingered in my mind a little longer than needed; do not leave my room for any reason, wait for me till I am back. But I knew it was necessary I left to bath, even now, the inquisitive part of me had sprung out, as I felt a sudden urge and desire to check up on Louis, besides I was in the palace,and in the palace I knew I was safe, or atleast that's what I wanted convincing myself to believe. Sliding into my comfy slippers sandals, I drew the distance to my room door, as I twisted the key,and pulled the door open striding out. I had never previously been to the dungeon, but that didn't mean I didn't know where it was. I had previously grown-up and lived i

I pause, and run my fingers through my hair to tidy it before slipping into a simple jacket and head to the door. My fluffy slippers make soft shuffling sounds against the floor as I approach the door. Opening it, I find a kindly–faced woman standing there, dressed in a simple floral boubou. “Hello, Miss White,” she greets with a bow and warm smile. “I’m your new housekeeper , ma'am. I am employed to cook, clean, wash, do your laundry… just make things easier for you.” The woman explains. I blink in surprise, my wolf instantly alert. Allister never mentioned hiring anyone.

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

My stomach had been knotted all day, but now it was a dull, insistent ache. I made my way down the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous foyer. The house was too quiet. It lacked the smells of a real home—there was no scent of garlic or simmering soup, only the sterile fragrance of expensive floor wax and fresh lilies. I found the dining room, but the table was cleared. Not even a glass of water remained. "Looking for something?" I jumped, spinning around. A woman in a black-and-white uniform stood by the sideboard. Her name tag read Mrs. Gable. She was the head housekeeper, and her expression was a perfect mirror of Eleanor Wolfe’s: cold and unimpressed.

“Languishing in my dungeon. I have an honest to God, super cool dungeon. You’ve been in it. It’s pretty authentic, right? We have so much to catch up on.” He was off-the-planet, certifiably insane. Maybe if Lizzy played along, she could rescue Mason and herself. First, she needed meds—a truckload of meds. “Will I have to go back to your ‘super cool’ dungeon?” “If you’re a good girl, you get to stay upstairs with me. Even have a shower. No offense, baby-cakes, but you’re pretty damn stinky. Now get moving, before I shoot you in your cute fanny.”

"Women with big ass would be the end of you, Kravinski." They both laughed shoving each other for a while. I barely noticed them since I was too busy fighting with the stains on the floor. Cleaning the dungeons was the most terrible assignment I had ever done in my life. Whatever it was that had gotten stuck on the floor might just be pieces of a human brain. "Watch this."