Housekeeping Novels & Stories

The earrings with four stars, however, stick out the most. "All right, everybody. Pay attention. My name is Amanda, and I'm your leader. As Mess Menders, we are responsible for basic cleaning such as sweeping, mopping, and dusting. We'll also clean and disinfect bathrooms, perform laundry, and other housekeeping. "Do you have any questions?" A hesitant voice from the rear rises to speak. "Um, what about the specific instructions for each task?" Amanda patiently grins. "Don't be concerned. We will walk you through it. Simply follow our instructions, and you'll be up and running in no time."

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.

I was still stabbing and I hit his arm but I was the one who was hurt because of the hardness then. I just went to the bathroom to take a shower and pour the annoyance there. I don't want everyone to mess around at home, especially if I clean. But Kalex is not that scattered, he even cleans the bottom and often vacuums. it's just a problem that she neglects the clothes, so I often shop and pick the clothes she will wear when entering.

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

My submissive Housekeeper Aiden’s POV The alarm on my smartwatch buzzed insistently, pulling me out of another all night coding haze. I groaned and sat up in my expensive king sized bed, rubbing my eyes. My luxurious modern mansion, all glass walls, automated blinds and sleek minimalist furniture looked like a war zone. Takeout containers were stacked on the nightstand, my clothes were scattered across the floor, my entire room was a terrible mess. I also know the kitchen downstairs was probably the same thing, just how I left it last night after another failed attempt to make pasta for dinner.

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I also gave him an Icecream which I had already brought for him. After the dinner Julia cleaned the dishes and my father cleaned the dining table and after that I hugged my parents bye and went to my own house. The cleaning services usually come at my house at 10:30 am and leave by 12:30 pm. I have installed monitoring system in my house and basically there is nothing in my house to rob as I don't keep my valuables in my house. There might be some information about my bakery in my laptop but I don't they they will need it as it is all about new recipes and new location ideas for my bakery and also new ideas to be applied to attract more customers. I usually check the monitory before entering

It was a fortress built to keep the world at bay. "Your trunk is already upstairs," Jarrah said, closing the heavy door behind us. The lock clicked into place with a definitive, chilling finality. "My housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, leaves at five every evening. She's stocked the kitchen, but otherwise, we are alone." Alone. The word hung heavy between us in the massive foyer. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the slight shiver creeping up my spine. "Which room is mine, Jarrah?"

Instead, I asked, "Why is there a men's disposable underwear in the guest bathroom?" Hazel was stunned. Panic rose in her eyes. "About that… I-I don't know either. Let me… Let me ask Kelly tomorrow if she was the one who accidentally threw it there." Kelly Hill was our housekeeper. "Kelly's already 60 years old. Why would she have men's disposable underwear on her?" I countered. "I…" Hazel got up from my lap in a fluster, wanting to explain herself, but she just couldn't think of a suitable excuse for it.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever