Strict Governess Novels & Stories

You will assume all my duties and responsibilities here in the mansion" she enumerated her role and I listened eagerly. I learned that she was more like an overseer/supervisor than a house keeper, she kept things in order and made sure everyone does their jobs perfectly. "You have to be strict and authoritative, so everyone will follow your orders, not Everyone will listen to you, some are hard headed like Connor the driver". "Well, I will take that as a challenge.Noted Calliope." "Remember to address me as miss Chloros in front of Mr Knights, he doesn't address his staff by their first name

Her behavior seems suspicious to Isabella. What is behind this door? Mrs. Garrett is the head of the maid. She's in her late fifties. When she came here Alex introduced her to that kind looking lady. She has been working here since Alex's birth. Isabella felt somewhat at ease in the company of the older lady. Without giving it much thought, she made her way downstairs. After having her dinner she was about to leave the place, a car horn broke off. Isabella's instincts kicked into motion. She climbed up the stairs quietly and raced towards Zara's room.

She came undone on his tongue, on the bench meant for punishment, as he whispered every filthy desire he’d had since she walked in. And when he finally took her, hard and deep, her cries turned into a new lesson: submission could be just as powerful as control. The iron gate creaked as Lillian stepped into the secluded estate, tucked behind rows of manicured hedges and dripping vines. It was a modern mansion, yes, but built in the image of something older gothic arches, heavy chandeliers, and a scent of old wood and secrecy. She clutched her satchel tighter. The contract she signed ran through her mind again: You will assume the role of a governess. You will remain in character at all times.

, I lost my attention from the paintings when a woman in a prehistoric uniform spoke. This is one of the things I'm really worried about. She is looking at me from head to toe while going down the staircase. I'm not mistaken, she is the head governess of the house. "I'm Avery ma'am. I'm the one who was sent by the agency", I introduced while lowering my head. "It is Miss Portia", she started while tensing the last two words. "How young are you, Miss Rosenfield?", she asked while raising her left brow which is kind of intimidating.

A modern-day Cinderella, except my fairy godmother is a desperate staffing agency and my Prince Charming is a ghost who signs my paychecks. The housekeeper, a woman named Mrs. Gable with a face like a clenched fist, had given me the tour this morning. Her voice was a monotone drone of rules. "Mr. Davenport's study is off-limits. You are to clean it only when he is not present and only the surfaces I specify. Do not touch his desk. Do not open any drawers. His bedroom is the same. You change the linens, you do not snoop. Am I understood?"

He turned sharply, kneeling by his mom who had angry tears in her eyes, “Mom, please go and rest in your room. Ms. Shaw will bring you breakfast.” Ms. Shaw was the elderly Housekeeper of the family. The only domestic staff that was allowed to reserve her job ever since Arabella fell from grace. Catherine nodded gently, dabbing off her tears as she looked up at Arabella, ”Arabella, I’m going to make sure you regret coming to this family.” Arabella smirked, “I already am. I think the orphanage would have been better.” Adrian shot her a cold glance, but she ignored him, walking her tired body out on them.

Bill and Lara got busy opening gifts that were in the bag. " I am their governess. " " Oh, Governess?? So that is how Robert is taking care of them. Just by hiring a woman as a governess does he think that his responsibilities are over?? Where were you till now?? How dare you leave them alone like this?? " " Sir, Please mind your language. They are absolutely safe in this house. The kids are playing in the garden and I am keeping an eye on them from a distance. You don't have the right to teach me my job, sir.

"She came to Eldermoor fifteen years ago and spent three years winning Lord Vesper's heart. Lord Vesper already had a family, but this woman was charming enough to become his favorite. Slowly, she made her way to the top, getting in charge of major issues concerning the village. "It happened like an entertainment. She came up with different rules, all of which were always approved by Lord Vesper. Then, she gave herself the title—The Governess. In our very eyes, she became the one heading the village. Lord Vesper, now old and weary, simply rests all day while she commands the village." His story wasn't doing much good for Sheera, only more scare. If witches and wolves were banished, then she

"Although you may be in pain, you should refrain from taking any medication if you are still capable of managing yourself. Warm milk and water would probably be sufficient in their place." He took my pole of pool skimmer net and replaced it with a glass of lukewarm milk, which I refused to accept. I had no choice but to drink because he was waiting for the milk to run out. This is extremely, f*cking annoying. Sir Mik is still looking at me with a smile on his face. "Keep in mind that you are only my maid. You are required to obey me at all times." Tsk! He's making a mess of my hair!

My son, Zeon, needs me, and I will not abandon him this time. A middle-aged woman on the doorstep received me: "Greetings ma'am, you must be Doctor Granger, our young master's mother?" "Yes." I replied. "Please come in, madam. Mr. Wolfe informed me of your arrival." She replied, maintaining a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I am Martha, the young master's governess." she added. Zeon's governess? I frowned. Wasn't it Aunt Zhao before? A kind Chinese lady. When was she replaced? My eyes in the Wolfe residence never informed me. Why? Perhaps she was replaced earlier than I planted my informant there.