Novel & Cerita Housekeeper In A Dungeon

Since Devon was not coming home tonight, that meant I had the entire house to myself. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen when I heard a faint noise coming from inside. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as the housekeeper moved around the room. She had not noticed me yet and was humming a soft song while dicing a fresh batch of vegetables on a wooden board. I took a step forward into the room, and she turned around quickly to look at me. "Mrs. Shaun," she said, dropping her knife onto the counter. "Do you need me to do something for you?"

Catalina Maria. I step back as multiple plates are thrown into the sink. Foamy, soapy water splashes against my face as they dump them in carelessly. The whole basin is full, and someone shoves a pair of gloves into my hands. In the blurry view of my tear-filled eyes, I see numerous housekeepers in the space—like a hive of bees, they are all whispering about me. Louder footsteps storm into the vast kitchen and a strong hand yanks me around to face Madam Louise, the insane head of housekeeping.

I walked quietly though I knew few stare at me as I passed, but I honestly didn't care, I noticed his every household had a fire pot In front of it and everyone looking sad and scared, but my thoughts were scattered when I bumped into someone “I'm so sorry, miss. I didn't see you there” He immediately apologized, and I smiled without looking at me. “It's alright, I wasn't seeing myself. Sorry”I walked past him not willing to start yet another conversation with him, walking in a haste I now stood in front of the palace and I could hear the scream of Sierra. Well, I guess Dante is doing a fine job I had been surprised to learn there was a dungeon underneath the house, and it was honestly the b

I smiled, chuckling. I'm bout to be Houdini out this bitch. I touched the doorknob, closed my eyes and willed the door open. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again, took a deep breath and turned the knob. It opened. "Hell yeah!!" I said aloud. I walked out the door, looked down and noticed a tray of food and organe juice. I scoffed at it, and made my way through the wooden hallway. I can't lie, this place was seriously cute, and nicely decorated. I walked down the steps, and ahead of me was floor to ceiling glass windows that showed the open area around the house cabin? Cabin house? Whatever this place is. The downstairs had a large rug that covered most of the floor. The couches were a

As if I couldn’t see the way his greedy, wrinkled eyes slid over me like I was a fresh piece of meat he couldn’t afford but still fantasized about licking. And he knows he can’t do anything to me. He wouldn’t dare. He’d end up floating facedown in one of his own damn acid tanks. Disgusting old freak. Still, I smiled in a tight-lipped manner . “Mr. Mark.” He puffed up like a toad. “I’m delighted to have you at my home. Truly honored.” To outsiders, this might look like an estate. But underneath? This place is a fucking dungeon. A rotting pit where human lives get stretched, twisted, and broken in the name of “science.”

They bowed in front of me giving me their honour . "Welcome to Knight Mansion Ma'am."They sang in unison in their professional robotic chorus. I passed a warm smile to them in response. "Umm where is Davian's room?"I asked the lady in her mid forties who seemed a nice woman like Martha. "Follow my lead Ma'am.My name is Zenna and I work here for full-time."She answered in a very polite manner while leading me to the long corridor on the first floor. There was a staircase leading to the several doors .The furniture were expensive revealing his wealth and status accompanied by antique decors on walls.I speechlessly admired the house.Surely I fell in love with it and wondered at the same time th

Plus, I have to finish cleaning or they’ll be suspicious. One mistake and you leave. No pay, no coming back here. Humph! That dull expression of the housekeeper, a large lady with breasts the size of two pumpkins stuffed in the most boring black dress (black again). That grey expression can zap the fun out of a lollipop. Let’s see… let’s start with dusting then. I still remember it, Margaret. Dust, change the sheets then vacuum. I took the feather duster and started at the row of cabinets next to the main exit. There are no drawers… no shelves… no books… no photo frames…. Jesus… What kind of a guest room is this? It’s more like a prison cell.

" The…kitchen " The kitchen was in another building behind the castle. The kitchen was large, rather dark and old-fashioned. There was a brick fireplace, Dutch ovens, mortars and pestles. A scrubbed table was in the centre of the room and was capable of seating a dozen persons and there was a scullery adjoining the kitchen where pots and pans are cleaned and stored. Some of the maids were busy scrubbing the floor and cleaning the utensils. They were all dressed in white aprons and hairbands. The maids all rushed off in different directions, doing one thing or the other but immediately Amelia walked in. They all stopped and looked at her in horror. " Your Grace, " They curtsied.

He was the man who asked me to come here. “I am Mina, the housekeeper. The cleanliness is my priority.” A cheerful girl turned around and bow to me. “And I am Hana, the keeper too, I help Mina to maintain the cleanliness.” A shy one introduced herself. I think Lara has managed them all. “Thank you guys for maintaining my house in good condition and taking care of everything in here. I was expecting an abandoned house, I didn’t remember paying your service while I was still in my previous house.”

"She's going through some kind of breakdown, guys. The news was on, and she heard them saying she was a suspect and—" "I told you to stop playing the f*cking news, Mason," Dante snaps, his tone unforgiving. "Where is she?" Dante storms into the kitchen stopping short when he spies me on my knees, cleaning the grout. Ryder joins him shortly after, the two of them looking around the entire kitchen like it's a new room to them. "We have a housekeeper for that, baby," Ryder gasps in shock. "This isn't necessary." I wipe my flushing, damp cheek with my wrist, the smell of the tile cleaner enough to make me dizzy. "I'm almost done," I lie. "It's not a big deal. I just wanted to reorganize the pant