Housekeeping Novels & Stories

I decided to check and supervise what was going on in the kitchen. Later, when I left the bustling kitchen, I made my way down the well-lit hall. I was happy to see the walls adorned with intricate tapestries which depicted the history of the pack, and soft music was playing in the background, creating a soothing atmosphere. The scent of freshly cleaned linens lingered in the air, it was a testament to the meticulousness with which I oversaw the cleaning of the house on a regular basis.

So I didn't even say good morning so as not to disturb her. " Hey! " When I was about to leave, I heard her scream. I turned back scared and saw her closing the magazine and taking the headphone off her head. " Hey? " I want to let you know that there will be cleaning service today. " Do you have a cleaning service? She frowned in confusion. " Of course we do. It's the least a hotel should have. " Ah, well... I only come back at night. " No problem, but if you want to schedule for another day...

It seems unusual to me to have such light blonde hair and dark eyes, but then, everything about Mim is unusual. She goes into great detail explaining to me how we dust everything in a room first, from top to bottom, how we then polish anything that needs to be polished, vacuum the furniture and the carpets, clean the windows and the floors. She goes back to add in that she missed emptying trash cans and a few other things, like straightening up the pillows on the furniture, etc. “You’ll get the hang of it,” she says. “We also have to clean the bathrooms.” Another eye roll. “That’s really gross sometimes, but at least there aren’t a lot of showers and bathtubs on the first floor like there ar

She says and just dumps all the contents of my suitcase on my bed. The housekeeper comes in daily to clean up, but I always keep my bedroom super clean so she doesn't have to. She also looks as if she's a bit scared of me so she keeps away from my room when I'm around. I look in a slight state of shock as clothes start flying around everywhere. Are friends always this invasive?

I answered, pulling the blanket all the way up to my chin. The door swung open, and a grey-haired woman with a calm demeanor and an immaculate uniform stepped inside, carrying a tray loaded with a full breakfast spread. "Good morning, ma'am. My name is Judith. I am the head housekeeper, and I am here to serve you and take care of anything you might need," she said, setting the tray down on the nightstand with a gentle smile. "I noticed you didn't come down to the dining room for breakfast, so I thought it best to bring it up."

But today, the master bedroom door had not even opened once since last night. "Bikah," Mrs. Hansel called to the senior housekeeper who was arranging the tablecloth. "Do Kael and Hellena not have a schedule at the office today? It is already twelve noon, so why have they not come out of their room yet?" Bikah stopped her movements, then gave a faint smile filled with meaning. As a housekeeper who had worked at the mansion for many years, she knew very well the habits of the young master.

Silently, Keiv walked toward the closet and opened it. His polo shirts. His pants. His shoes. Then he pointed toward the bathroom. "Toothbrush." Maeve looked. A black toothbrush. An electric shaver. Men's facial wash. Her eyes narrowed. "Still no." Keiv let out a sigh. He walked to the door and pointed at the small metal plate attached to it. UNIT 513 Maeve froze. "..." Slowly... She looked around. Different curtains. Different sofa. Different paint. A different scent.

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

I feel my face flush a little. Leni will kill me if anyone finds out how much of a slob she is. She tries her best to clean up after herself, but she’s always in a hurry and leaves random shit all over the apartment. I tidy up as much as I can after her. It took some time to convince her to let housekeeping help us. Thank the Goddess she caved in. They have saved us from ourselves. Wait, today was cleaning day. There’s no way a hairbrush should be on the floor.

He tilted his head slightly, like he was choosing his words. "It's structured, organized and orderly. Everything has its place." I shrugged. "Well, your house is orderly too, Adrian. It’s not exactly a den of chaos." "Yeah, it is orderly," he said simply. "My housekeepers do a good job in maintaining that." I blinked, the reality of his lifestyle registering to me again. "Wait… you have housekeepers?" He gave me a look. And then I caught myself. "Right," I muttered. "Of course you do."