Literary Governess Novels & Stories

She was like a daughter to the maid and there was pity in her heart for the life given to both of them. Nodding, the girl went out and headed to the familiar bricked path. The walls were lighted with candles, emitting soft lights. Though she had lived her entire life in the dingy mansion, it still felt surreal. She wanted it all to be a dream, something she could wake up from but as the red wooden door grew big on her sight with the frowning image of her prim and proper teacher, she couldn't help but cringed. "Where have you been my dear child? You are always making me wait; you know very well that I don't want my time being wasted. Hasten up now," the governess said, escorting the girl insi

Teresa replies. “Thank you Teresa! Meanwhile, I will wait for you here while I clean the books.” Emily says. Adrian slowly turns to the library and soon finds Teresa coming out of the library hurriedly. He stops her. “Teresa?” “Yes, master?” “Who is inside the library?” “She is Ms Emily, the new incharge of the library…err…librarian and also the governess of Miss Leona!” Teresa replies quickly. “I see. Who appointed her?” Adrian asks.

After speaking with his pups, the Fenrir and Favian, Richard looked at the list of criteria his pack had for the new governess. The CEO wondered if such a person existed in reality. Even if he were to compromise on his ideals, Ambrose and the pups’ criteria were way over what a governess or maid did. No, they didn’t want a tutor or a helper. They literally wanted a mate for their alpha or a mother. Neither of those was things that Richard could employ. These positions came with more responsibility than any paycheque.

“Is that true? May I dare ask who taught you?” “My governess, of course. She was a linguistics enthusiast, a polyglot. I learned three languages from her alone,” I smile, fondly recalling the memory. Lady Durthberry was my best governess. She was the kindest, the most intelligent, and the most sincere. “Truly? What is her name?”

Paulina tried to change the subject, hating herself for blushing in front of the situation. The woman laughed. "You are so cute," she leaned in on the table with her blue eyes fixed on Paulina's. "What's your name?" "Paulina..." "You're very beautiful," her eyes trailed down her body. "And attractive." To the young governess's surprise, the woman stood up and approached with a feline walk, making Paulina retreat until she was against the wall. The woman traced her face with a long crimson nail. Unaware of or pretending not to notice the governess's distress, the woman twirled a thick lock of black hair between her fingers.

He pays her godforsaken governess to educate her in a ladylike manner not just when their mother was present, but at all moments but now just because their mama is out, boom, his sister looks like a rogue. "Why, Emma?" He hissed, walking up to her to take her two shoulders. "You should be learning these things. Look at your hair." He combed his hand through and it stuck in the center showing it was tangled. "I just went riding, brother. That's why I am here, so you can help me arrange before Mrs. Willow sets her eyes upon me and wrecks hell." "I can't keep doing this," He whined. "I pay a large sum to have you prepped into a woman of high prestige as a mother would desire, not for you to ski

Violet wasn’t sure if she believed her or not. “How long were you with them?” Swallowing, Violet replied, “Uhm, two years.” The woman lowered her head to look at Violet over the rim of her glasses. “Are you asking me or telling me?” “Oh, uh, telling, uhm, of course,” Violet said with a shaky laugh and a shrug. The woman sniffed, lifting her head to look down at Violet. “I am Mrs. Chaplin, the governess of this house. Come, I shall show you to your room.”

"We shall head to the library now, young mistress. Time is a luxury we do not possess." I followed her through the labyrinth of the mansion until she threw open the double doors of the library. I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw nearly dropping. The room was massive, the walls stretching two stories high, completely lined with thousands of leather-bound books. "Who on earth reads all of these?" I muttered, looking at the sheer volume of literature. Mrs. Gable noticed my shocked expression, a soft shadow crossing her warm face. "Sir Ric has always loved reading, mistress," she murmured quietly.

Rebecca flashed a glance at Zita, who was wearing a smile. "It seems you were right. The Lady does have an appetite." She replied jokingly. "You know Zita, you'll definitely make a good governess for the Lady." "Are you really that sure, Your grace? I don't have any knowledge of the role of a governess." Zita answered jovially, surprised at the position. "Well, you know the Lady-." The door opened and the Duke entered the room. Rebecca caught a glimpse of him and stopped. She looked away and had her eyes on her daughter. Zita turned to her side and saw him.

Her expression was cautious but polite. “¿Sí?” Bobby hesitated. “I… I used to work here,” she said in Spanish. “I was the governess for the children.” The woman studied her for a moment. “Ah,” she said slowly. “You must be Señorita Sullivan. The children still talk about you.” Bobby blinked. “You know my name?” The housekeeper nodded. “There have been several governesses since you left. But the children, especially the youngest one, never forgotten you.” Her tone held no accusation—only a quiet statement of fact.