Sherlock Holmes Housekeeper Novels & Stories

This one said: power, permanence… and a particular kind of cold. The Audi rolled to a stop. Welma stepped out first and opened her door. A line of servants stood waiting. “Welcome home, Madam.” Their voices were perfectly synchronized though their eyes were not. Curiosity. Calculation. Judgment. Welcome home? The words rang strange. She had no home. Not anymore. At the front stood a woman in a sharply pressed dark uniform. Her posture was immaculate, her expression even more so. “I am Sable, the head housekeeper,” she said. “I have been instructed to assist you settle in, Madam.”

Before he could reach for the handle, the door swung open, revealing a young woman he didn’t recognize. “Good evening, Mr. Sterling,” she said with a polite smile, her auburn hair neatly tied back, her demeanor warm. Charles stopped mid-step, his brows furrowing slightly. He glanced over her shoulder as if expecting to see someone more familiar. “Good evening… and you are?” “I’m Jane, sir,” she replied, her tone professional. “The new housekeeper.” Charles’s expression remained puzzled for a moment until Olivia’s cheerful voice rang from behind her. “There you are!” Olivia emerged from the hallway, her face lighting up as she saw her husband. “Welcome home, darling.”

"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.

Chapter. 12: The Suspicious Housekeeper The housekeeper Lory, with cautious steps, continued exploring the room, her keen eyes scanning every corner. Every medication, every wardrobe drawer was meticulously examined. A sense of unease hung in the air. "Something is very wrong here," she thought, frowning. "None of these medications are what Halana used to treat her condition. In fact, some of them could be problematic for such sensitive and delicate skin." Confusion gripped Lory. She proceeded to the bathroom, where she found a new bandage still in its packaging. It was like a puzzle with pieces that didn't fit, a mystery she was trying to unravel.

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.