Sherlock Holmes Housekeeper Novels & Stories

"And Mr Haswell. He lives here too?" "He's my husband. Of course he lives here." "So, you're not here in the role of say, a housekeeper? You say you have access to the house office?" My head's beginning to spin. "This is my home. Yes, I have access to the office. And no, there's already a housekeeper. At least…" I stumble over my words… "… there was a housekeeper." "There was a housekeeper? Where is she now?" "She was dismissed."

"About that. . . I did some investigations to find out who exactly was sending those notes, but the reason I never brought it up was that I wasn't certain. Anyway, from my investigations, I gathered that the Clermonts have had this long and strange habit of changing their domestic staff every single year after Vivienne's mother died. However, there's this one staff who never leaves the mansion. Year in, year out." "Who is this staff you speak of?" "The housekeeper!" "Oh, I remember her. The woman barely spoke a word or socialized with anyone." "That's likely due to her partial hearing impairment. However, despite her eccentricities, I still have my doubts she was the one leaving those myster

Facing the queen-sized bed I’m currently on is a large flat-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner. How the hell did I get here? Suddenly I feel cold, as if I’m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself. “Shit.” I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” “I’m Helen, Mr. Gray’s housekeeper.” “Right. Of course.” I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair.

Jonathan teased Alicia, and she blushed and used her hands to cover her face. Alicia was shy, so she followed Jonathan as he led her into the beautiful house. The housekeeper, Helen Joseph was a middle-aged woman. She bowed and welcomed Alicia, who greeted her, "Good afternoon, Madam." "Welcome, ma'am," Helen said, and Jonathan introduced her. "Alicia, this is my housekeeper, Helen. She takes care of the house until we move in and hire other maids to assist her in taking care of the home," Jonathan added, and Alicia smiled.

It was then she realized how much she missed this place. Just when Amelia was about to make her way up the stairs, a middle-aged lady came out of the kitchen, and Amelia stared at Xavier, confused. He noticed the look she gave to him and his eyes widened in realization. “Oh, this is Mrs. Rebecca, the new housekeeper. I sent for her while we were away” Amelia nodded in realization. She muttered a brief acknowledgement to the chubby woman who gave her a smile in response. Amelia also did not fail to notice the cleaning tool the lady had with her. The cleaning lady, after noticing Amelia was done talking to her, turned to leave and Amelia proceeded upstairs.

I thought. "You must be Olivia," She said hugging me. Leaving me in shock. "Yes?” It was more like a question than an answer, Finally a nice person, I hugged her back breathing in the scent of roses. "Sorry I'm a hugger, please call me Sarah and I am the head housekeeper, You are welcome" She smiled at me and I smiled back at her. "Please come in," she said smiling as she motioned for me to enter the mansion.

This wasn't a home; it was a monument to absolute power. ​Emiliano stopped at the foot of the stairs, turning slightly, his attention fixed on a woman who emerged from a doorway to the left. She was elderly, perhaps in her late sixties, dressed in a simple, impeccable black uniform. Her silver hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her expression was one of quiet, seasoned efficiency. This was Mrs. Rossi, the head housekeeper, whose gentle eyes offered the first flicker of humanity Amara had seen since leaving her old life.

“Oh no! It's nothing like that, ma’am.” She just looked unconvinced. “Sure. Let’s start the introduction, shall we?” She straightened and dusted nonexistent dirt from her ironed uniform. “I'm Mrs. Banks, the housekeeper of this grand house, and I'm now your…” She paused. “Shall we say caretaker?”

she encourages. Adjacent to the kitchen is the mudroom, which has a back door leading to the garden, and a laundry room, where I meet Lacy, the housekeeper. She’s an older woman with crinkly eyes and a warm smile that instantly warms me to her. "Pleased to meet you, Zahra," she says, her voice as comforting as a warm blanket. Her presence adds a homely touch to the otherwise intimidatingly beautiful house.

They ran to me, and we hugged each other. “Alpha Zane,” the housekeeper said. “I’m only keeping order.” “Sarah is not a maid here or a servant of any kind.”