Lucky Housekeeper Novels & Stories

With a sense of urgency, Liza quickened her pace, swiftly making her way out of the lengthy driveway and onto the road. Blake and Lily courteously escorted the housekeeper out of the mansion premises. Once they were outside, the housekeeper turned to face Blake and handed him a business card from Stellar Housekeeping Services. With a sigh, she shifted her attention towards the vehicle, diligently searching for any trace of her colleague. Unfortunately, her efforts proved fruitless, and a wave of dismay washed over her as she realized she did not possess her colleague's contact number. Observing the housekeeper's evident unease, Blake and Lily approached the vehicle, concern etched on their f

But that is luck, chaos personified. Take the example of one George Wickham. The night before luck had been with him at cards, and he had celebrated quite liberally. So liberally, in fact, that he woke with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and a pounding headache made worse by the sunlight streaming into his room. It took him some time to get the nerve to sit up, and even then he had a struggle to pour out a cup of water from the pitcher at his bedside to try to remove at least the dry and fuzzy feeling. What time was it? It seemed awfully bright in his room. Lord, he hoped he had not missed the post coach. Surely, Denny would get him if it was getting late. He could not resent his

"Nerina Larson, have you lost your mind? That's everyone's year-end bonus!" Mr. Wellington, the finance manager, slammed his fist on the table and roared. His voice rang through the entire hall. Nerina stood in the center of the stage, clutching three burlap sacks of scratch-off tickets. Leaning into the microphone, her voice was so sweet it was almost sickening when she said, "Everyone, quiet down and listen to me. I'm a lucky charm. This 500 thousand is just the seed money.

Briella’s heart raced as she heard the conversation. “What's up with these untrustworthy housekeepers?” she said feeling dazed, she didn't even know what to think, nothing surprised her anymore. Jaylen stepped in closer to her. “What’s wrong?” Her lips trembled slightly. “Our former house keeper is behind this. Jaylen stiffened then walked into the room David and Lex were. Jaylen’s eyes darkened when he heard the name Lorcan Clyde. But he already knew. **** 4:01am Amber Louis stood far beyond the vineyard perimeter, watching the lights in the house blink on with her lips curling into a smile.

“You can’t. You won’t have time to do that and have a bath.” “I’ll just jump through the shower when I’m done,” she said, carrying our plates to the kitchen. I intercepted her in the hall and took the plates off her hands. “That would be a waste of a perfectly good bath bomb I’ve already put in the bath I’ve already drawn for you.” With eyes wider than I’d ever seen before, she looked at me like she was trying to determine if I’d been a victim of a body snatcher. “Who are you?” “Kaden Marx,” I said cheerfully. “If you still hadn’t gotten that message loud and clear, I’ve been doing something wrong.”

She could feel the air around him sickening and suffocating to death. "Please listen to me am sorry, am so sorry forgive me. I promise to go and never come back, you won't see me ever again p, please... " Remona muttered, Bruce refused to listen to her and pulled her continuously. "Which room is he in? I want to see him." Bruce muttered to the guard standing at the four posts out of the club, the guard raised his eyes and quickly bowed his head. "He is upstairs, VIP room 5." The guard informed Bruce who brushed passed him. They were all familiar with the two brothers since they were VIPs in the club.

All the excellent memories that remained of her life had begun there. The double doors opened, and before she could take a full step inside, arms wrapped tightly around her. “Darling, how good to see you!” said Mrs. Malcolm, with the same warm energy Karen remembered. The scent of lavender, the tight hug, the feeling of home. For a moment, she almost forgot the security guards outside and the suffocating mansion. Karen slowly pulled away. She looked around the large hall; the corridors painted with fresh paint, the restored windows, the beds lined with flowered sheets. Children laughed in the background—light, free laughter.

She closed her eyes, listening to the soft sounds of him getting ready, and slowly drifted back to sleep. Meanwhile, Hades moved through the mansion like a man on a mission getting ready. The easy, loving husband of the past was gone, replaced by the calculating, ruthless Cross Bearer. He eventually left the house and made his way to the rooftop helipad at his hotel, where Grandpa Lucky was already waiting, a cup of strong black coffee in his hand. The old man’s eyes were sharp, reflecting years of navigating this dangerous world. “Ready, boy?” Grandpa Lucky asked, his voice gravelly. He took a long sip of his coffee, his gaze fixed on Hades. "You look like a man who just had a good night an

Lilian, trapped in her wheelchair, turned red with panic and shrieked, "Ms. Porter! Don't let this man fool you with his face! He's a thief and a total jinx! He even stole our family's emergency medical funds! Getting near to him will ruin you!" As Yvonne listened to them hurl insults like "parasite" and "jinx", her relaxed expression instantly turned ice-cold. She raised her hand, and her bodyguards stepped forward. "Wait." I reached out and caught Yvonne's wrist, stopping her. Turning around, I looked coldly at Jeremy. "There's no need to dirty your hands on garbage like him, Ms. Porter. Besides, his karma is about to catch up with him anyway." I locked my eyes on the floating text above J

Valarie said snapping her fingers and the dusty living room turned sparkly in seconds. “See.” Valarie said while sitting down. Hayley looked at her arms and the lights flickered, the house glowed. Valarie made a good idea but she was so sorry that Valarie would be the last of her family. “Could you help me with a glass of water? I don't know my way around.” Valarie requested.