Housewive Stories Novels & Stories

“We all think that. Trust me. I promise you, though, if you point it away from you, that won’t happen. You’ve mastered the washing machine and your cooking skills with a microwave are wonderful. You can handle this beast.” Monarch sighed. “Fine, but it hurts my ears.” Destiny, a black-haired woman, cheered her on. Monarch flipped on the vacuum and pushed it around the living room carpet without causing injury. Ellie grinned. Whatever the cause, for the past three weeks the women had accepted her. They’d allowed her to talk to them, laugh with them, and teach them household education. “Ellie?”

Joseph rushed to the sofa to give her a big hug while Lisa pushed him away, she stared stonily at him for a minute and started to talk. "Joseph, do you know why there are so many housewives like whining after getting married? Because the world outside was full of possibilities, but they were tripped in a house hundreds square feet large day after day sacrificing for their husbands and children. The house, the man and the kids are everything she fights for; it is her whole world. And if her man and her children did not appreciate what she had been given up to, she felt sorry for herself but she could not escape from it. If you’ve got this worry on your mind, so nothing suits you. Eventually t

Mark would come to secretly help Xavier with the chores sometimes, but he couldn't do it when Yvette was around. Before she could reject the idea, Xavier added, "I want to buy a robot vacuum as well. If possible, I would like to hire a few part-time housekeepers too." "You can get the dishwasher and the robot vacuum, but not the part-time housekeepers. I don't like having strangers at home." After she had gotten married and moved to Dewberry Manor, she'd had to do all the chores. When she had become too busy, she had asked Xavier if they could hire some part-time housekeepers.

Mrs Gold said. “Mum, Are you going to your husband's house?” Shawn suddenly asked. “Of course. Where else, or do you have space in your house?” Mrs Gold teased. “Of course not.” Shawn hurriedly replied. “I'm going to my husband's house. I'm not homeless.” Mrs Gold said and everyone burst into laughter. “Mrs Gold, will you be willing to tell me stories about your vacation?” Tiffany asked. “Of course, yes, darling.” Mrs Gold replied.

"You know what I make. If I had that kind of money, we'd have moved downtown a long time ago." As he spoke, he served a bowl of soup to our son, Ezra Moore. Just then, the range hood went silent, and Matilda Shaw came out carrying a plate of honey-glazed ribs. "Beatrice, everything's ready. Take your time eating. I need to head home and take care of my daughter. Just leave the dishes in the kitchen. I'll come by tomorrow morning to clean up." Matilda had no idea what had just happened. She simply removed her apron, changed her shoes, and left.

The one she read earlier at the restaurant. She clicked on it and she saw the headline. "A HOUSEHELP NEEDED" She read aloud and scoffed. She scrolled down and saw that more than 2,000 people were interested, both female and male. "Woah, why are many people so interested in this kind of job?" She asked herself reading through the news and then her eyes caught with the pay. "OMG!! USD 600!! Just to be a maid?? That's f**king huge!" She exclaimed.

Becky I woke up the next morning and rubbed my eyes sleepily, I was shocked when I saw myself sleeping on the floor, it turned out I fell from the couch, last night I cried myself to sleep, I ended up sleeping in the living room all thanks to the hoodie I borrowed from one of the maids if not I would have catch a cold, and right now my whole body is aching me so bad. My eyes widened when I saw it was already 7:00 in the morning it's my first day as a housewife and I don't want my husband to go to work on an empty stomach, regardless of what happened yesterday, I’m still not going to fail in my wife duties I’m going to do my best to show him that I can be the wife he would be proud of.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

I decided to go to the supermarket and buy what I needed. In these months I learned that there is a nice lady who comes once a week to clean the house; at first I told Norman that I could do everything, but as expected, he did not let me and claimed that I could not make efforts. I met Mrs. Lee; she is a nice lady who cleans the house and leaves it sparkling clean. I help her whenever she comes, and she keeps me company; let's say we became very good friends. We like to have tea together, and Mrs. Lee tells me about her life or very interesting stories.