Literary Governess Novels & Stories

Major General Castro leaned on his chair, stretching his arms. “Major General Castro, sometimes you really make me wonder how you managed to climb ranks with your terrible personality.” Instead of getting offended, he grinned like a little kid. “Oh, I wonder that too. But it seems that I'm just too lucky.” “Tsk,” The Governess rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk shits to this lunatic. “If you have time to laze around here, i think it's safe to assume that you don't have anything to do. How about going there yourself, see it for me and give me your thoughts. How about it, hmm?”

As long as the activity was good for her, it didn't matter to Richmond. "I like children." Emma started talking again when Richmond lay on the bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Emma's current position is still on the other side of the bed. Yet again Richmond said nothing. Now he is lying on his side to his back to his wife's body, which looks so frail behind him. "By working as a governess, I thought I could fulfill a bit of my wish that had never been realized." After that Richmond heard nothing more. The bed next to him felt shaky then, and the smooth movement of the blanket on the other side of the bed was sufficient evidence that his wife was now lying there with her back to bac

‘Shouldn’t you listen to the soldiers? ‘Why should I?’ she scoffed. ‘I command them, they should just listen to what I say.’ He sighed. She is the textbook example of a braggart and immediately he started to wonder how he ended up marrying her? He could only shake his head and walk back to their residence. He walked to a small room beside the master’s bedroom. The governess stood up and bowed to him, he dismissed her and sat beside his daughter who was reading from a book. ‘What are you reading?’ he asked gently.

She tightly closed her eyes and sat on the floor, the coldness of it comforted her. “...but father, I don’t want to be a lone wolf.” How Avery managed to keep everyone who has seen Leath attack their history professor shut their mouth was a skill that Leath was always envious of. Of course, she was her lady-in-waiting whose sole responsibility was to control any rumour or scandal involving her. If she didn’t know how to do her job then she would have to find another lady-in-waiting who’s more capable. Fortunately, she was great at her job.

Clipper intersects. “Is that what she’s called?” I ask again, referring to the governess. “Ye—yes.” She answers. “And does ‘born of stars’ entail that your princess is destined to marry a king or also, reserved for an alliance that bears a union with a king?” I ask and the governess shines her eyes, unable to answer because it is an implicating question. The governess discretion in not answering my question evokes a conversation between the ministers and they argue amongst themselves.

She was attending the local college, studying literature, and had found gainful employment in a bookshop - not owned by the witch. Ginger watched her walk toward him through the park; thinner but still curvy, clear pale skin, her arms full of books. He knew instantly that the books were all about witchcraft, and magic, and demons. He smiled to himself, thanked the Infernal Powers, and moved toward her, catching her sea-blue gaze.

༻☆✫☆༺ In the cozy library, filled with soft whispers and the charming aroma of old books, the usual tranquility held sway. It was a haven for diligent students, their heads buried in textbooks as they chased after knowledge and good grades among the comforting stacks of dusty tomes. However, Katherine didn’t quite fit the mold. Numbers and historical facts weren’t what excited her; her heart craved the enchanting worlds of romance and adventure found within novels. Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely.

Once Mabel was gone, Nevaeh let everything sink in before crouching on the cold floor of her room and letting out silent pained sobs. Why did everyone she cared about have to leave her eventually? She hated this life! She didn't want someone new, she wanted Mabel. Mabel had been her governess for all of six years now since her mother died when she was too little to understand anything. Her father, Lord of Walreece had provided a series of governesses for her. She had cried the same when her first governess, Lady Gwendolyn, whom she had formed a bond with suddenly left. But Mabel, her fourth governess was more than that. She found a mother in her.

"I handpicked them specifically for you." ​"Really?" I felt a surge of genuine happiness. "They’re beautiful, August. Thank you. I’ll try to be a good steward of... well, of your taste." ​"There's more," he said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. "I've hired a teacher for you. A governess of sorts. She’ll be here this afternoon to teach you the lessons required to be a proper lady of the Harrington household. Etiquette, posture, social history. Everything you lost in the... fog."

And she nodded again. After being dismissed she walked straight to Robert's cabin. "Robert, Mr. Magnus is hiring a governess for me," She said as they walked into the cabin, and as usual Robert was focused on one of his old books. "Isn't that a good thing?" Robert asked with his eyes still on the book. "It means I get to spend less time with you," Alexandra whined and the immediate response she got was a scoff. "You've always spent less time with me, having a governess is nice. It's good to know some basic stuff," Robert replied to which Alexandra rolled her eyes.