Housewive Stories Novels & Stories

Her words took me aback, suggesting that the person I had spoken to on the phone wasn't Miss Haze after all. She continued, reassuring me, "It’s nothing that you should worry about. It’s just between me and my friend. We sometimes challenge each other. Anyway, let’s introduce ourselves properly. You can call me Haze. Everyone does that. I usually work from home, so I need a quiet environment. I reckon you must need an office table for your writing, right? Since there is only one office room, and all my work stuff is there, we have to settle you down here in the living room. There is one small corner where you can actually put a desk, and we can reform a little. There are two bathrooms, so yo

All they did was stay at home and spend their husband’s money and hosts small house parties like what I was already suspecting. Only a few women like my stepmom, Lori, and Edna Jones actually worked hard enough to create a name for themselves in the city, especially Edna Jones whose husband was already wealthy. “I just wanted some water,” I said. She instructed one of the housekeepers to get me some water, and in a few seconds, she went into the kitchen and came out with a cold glass of water. “Are you having a party?” I had to ask again when I was done drinking the water.

We need an elevator since our home has seven stories. I sometimes feel terrible for our housekeepers because of the size and scope of the home that they have to clean every day. They then took a tour around the home, since Dad and Mom had given them a lot of commands. My parents pay them well since their job is not a joke; they must act tough every day and ensure that the entire home is clean because my parents dislike sloppy and unclean surroundings. They are also extremely cautious while cleaning because all the items in the house are antique. The single plate is worth half a month’s income to them, whilst the vases are worth a year’s salary to them.

Her mother asked her and Aziza swallowed hard. “That is a lot of hard work dearest. When you have someone, you will have time for yourself.” Her mother in law explained. “Or is it your husband? I can talk to him.” Her mother in law said to her and she swallowed hard. “No mami… I just don’t think I would feel comfortable having someone do all those things for me. And come to look at it, I don’t really do much, Abu Habeebullah help with Habeebullah, the laundry is being made easy by the washing machine. I don’t cook all the time, once we have soups in the freezer, there are a lot of things now that makes life easy.” Aziza explained and the woman smiled.

I learn how to use the dishwasher. After breakfast, Violet asked me to wash the dishes. She said 'Since we are sharing the expenses, we have to share the housework too. Everyone is equal in our family.' And I found I couldn't say no to her while she was looking at me with those lovely round purple eyes. So now I'm struggling with the dishwasher. It's also the first time in my life I've done housework. Since I've been with Violet, she's made me experience many my firsts, and I don't resent the feeling of being at her beck and call.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

When I stayed silent, he went on, insisting I see things his way, "Why are you taking so long over something so trivial? Sure, I'm just a part-time housekeeper, but I've been working for you for seven years. "I may not have done anything impressive, but I've worked hard. All I'm asking for is your house. I even gave you two options. Why can't you make a decision? Is it really that hard? I've treated you like family all these years. Don't go and break my heart now." I froze, stunned by the audacity in Paul's tone. Moments later, I finally spoke. "Paul, you can't just expect both retirement funds and a house. That's too much. There's no way I'd agree to either. If you want to make a fuss, go a

But it made her sad thinking that even this mansion wasn't the one she built but her father in law did. Shrugging her thoughts she wished the maids and insisted them to let her help. They didn't want her to help but her cute puppy eyes and pleading voice made them agree. She made badam halwa for everyone #filthyrichness and helped the maids in other things too.

My name is Happiness, and this is my story of how I saved my husband, home, and marriage with sex. You were expecting to see "The End," at this point, isn't it? Oh! The story had just begun. Stay tuned and enjoy the rest of the story. While Mrs. Happiness and her husband were still sitting in their sitting room, watching programs on television, there came this program that Pastor Solomon loved so much. "Hello, viewers, we have come again with this wonderful, thrilling, and captivating program, Tale of the Moon Light," the program presenter said, and Pastor Solomon said, "Yes, my dear, I love this program so much. It makes me remember back in the days when my mother did tell us all sorts of f