Housekeeping Novels & Stories

Housekeeping shouldn't open any drawers in an occupied room. One of her eyebrows raises higher, but she pretends to lock a seal over her lips and throws away the key. "I guess you'll never find out." "I guess not." Under no conditions am I going to enter someone's room and then look through their underwear drawer. "No, I've got to go. I'll see you later?" The housekeeping staff gets out of work two hours before I do, but Cammie normally stops to say goodbye when her shift ends. ...

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.

Strange how she failed to notice it earlier. “We have an option to automatically wash the dishes. Would you like to use it?” Oh, Amber cocked her head finally realizing what the LCD was meant for. “You could have told me earlier,” she said through gritted teeth. “My apologies Ms Banks. I assumed you knew. The kitchen top self disinfects and the floors are cleaned by the robotic vacuum cleaners. They are programmed to do the cleaning at set times throughout the day.” What?! Amber looked at the immaculately cleaned tabletop and floor. I just wasted precious time! She had a sudden urge to throw the talking cube out the window.

Angelina continued, gesturing for me to follow her down a side hallway. We walked to the back of the mansion, where the housekeeper opened a simple wooden door. The room was compact but exceptionally clean and organized. It had a single bed with tightly tucked white sheets, a light wood wardrobe, and a small window looking out over the back gardens. "Your responsibilities will be the general cleaning of the house—dusting the furniture, vacuuming the heavy rugs, and ensuring the floors remain immaculate," Angelina explained, gesturing to the space. "You don't need to worry about lunch or dinner. We have a full-time head chef and a kitchen staff that handles all meals and grocery shopping. You

I said holding her tummy. Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, where Mother Tanna, our elderly housekeeper, was already bustling about, preparing breakfast for the day. She had been with our family for years, and her presence brought a sense of warmth and familiarity into our home. We shared a silent understanding as we worked together, knowing that we were both doing our part to ensure Athara's comfort.

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?

Nothing like barging in uninvited to mark herself as a stupid tourist with no boundaries, common sense, or manners. Thankfully, all she reveals is an equally small bathroom with a sink, toilet, and clawfoot tub. “Hallelujah!” she whispers before making quick work of using the restroom. Back in her apartment-slash-room, she sees something she missed. There’s a packet of information on the pillow that bears the House Corbin monogram,

Before, there was no need to knock on Gabe's door because she knew the code, but he had changed it after his former housekeeper left. When she turned the knob, it opened up, just as she had thought it would. She walked to the hangar that was down the hall and dropped her black leather jacket on it, then she proceeded into the living room, looking around to see everywhere as shiny as usual. Gabe was what one could refer to as a neat freak and Alex was doing an even more wonderful job, coupled with the cleaner still coming in every once or so to clean.

Thinking that I was losing my mind, I left the kitchen and checked out the rest of the house. Based on what I could see, Azura kept a clean place. The only mess that I could see was from packing supplies that Jade and Kellan had scattered through the house. When I went into the bathroom, I looked at the hygiene stuff that was in there, noting it was almost empty.