Strict Governess Novels & Stories

Staring at the clock on the wall in front of him, he found it so boring to watch the clock. She stood up, and the butler immediately followed. "Madam, what can I do for you?" "Haha, no." Gladyce shook her head. She was being watched! The housekeeper claimed to be a servant, but in fact... it was Simon who kept her there. It was impossible for her to sneak away! And it was obvious that there must be a tight security outside the door. Gladyce was so anxious that she wanted to beat around the bush. "Your Excellency."

She turned back to Elsa, “I know they seem like normal staff here on the estate, but Mr. Edwards does not hire simple staff. We all are highly educated.” She reached up and tipped Elsa's mouth closed, “I am more than just a Head housemaid, I am a former governess. I attended the top finishing schools in Europe. My task is to make young ladies, act like young ladies.” “A lady?” She stared at the woman but this time kept her mouth closed. Sadira smiled again, “You expressed your concern to Mr. Edwards at not being able to meet his expectations, did you not?” Elsa blushed outright,

Duan Yuhui was stunned, unable to return to his senses for a long time. Mu Zi was right again ...... Ever since Xiang Qing Luo moved into that house and lived a closed life with her child, the governess's little actions also increased. Sometimes bending down in front of him to pick up something, revealing the beauty of her chest, sometimes it was getting her clothes wet with water, emphasizing the curves of her body. Once or twice, he would think it was accidental, but more often, he would feel that this governess is restless, such a clumsy seduction tricks, it is really difficult to get into his eyes.

he greeted her back with the same energy wanting to play along. Her eyes narrowed "I refuse to have another governess" She went straight to the point, her voice firm. "Who said anything about a governess?" he quirked a brow up at her. "B-But why did Mabel have to go then" she stuttered and mentally cursed herself. Her father never liked it when she stuttered, he would always say a lady has to be clear with her words at all times and hence should talk less. Mabel taught her otherwise; ladies shouldn't have to speak less but appropriately.

"Like Master would ever believe your lies over our word." "Oh, I think he'll believe me alright. I could tell from the second I met him that Knox is a possessive, controlling bastard who wouldn't take too kindly to other men leering at his wife's body." "That's quite enough of that nonsense!" a stern voice sliced through the tension. It was the same older woman Serena had met briefly yesterday - the head of the household staff or butler if her regal bearing was any indication. She fixed Serena with a look of mild disapproval, seemingly unruffled by the crazed young woman trying to strip naked in front of her subjects. No doubt their master would have their heads if that happened.

Like she did not belong. Before she could even touch the big wooden front doors, they opened. A tall woman in a stiff black uniform stepped out onto the porch. Her gray hair was pulled back so tight it pulled her skin back too. Clara stood straight, her shoulders tense as the woman looked down at her with a sharp, cold stare. "You must be Clara," the woman said, her voice flat and cold like ice in a glass. There was no warmth. No smile. "I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me."

He released her wrist, but when she tried to pull away, he grabbed her forearm, showing that he wasn’t finished. "I... I don’t know where they are! I swear!" she said with difficulty, her voice trembling with fear and panic. Andrews stared at her for a moment, studying her expression. For a second, he hesitated, as if it bothered him. "Andrews! Since when do you intimidate weaker people like this? You better stop now!" the governess ordered. He released Aurora, who collapsed back onto the bed.

Octavius and Angus rode into the bailey and dismounted, the stable hands ran over to collect the horses for brushing. "Where is the housekeeper?" Octavius asked. "In the kitchen, my lord" He started walking in long strides and Angus, 15, three years his junior tagged along. He resisted the urge to laugh at his brother's eagerness. Hours of tutoring by Garius the boys tutor had fallen on deaf ears. Garius said a prince never should act like a dandy in the presence of a wench, a prince was never to show too much eagerness when planning a tryst with either a lady of blue blood or one of lose virtues and so many other lessons about what a prince should and should not be found doing. Princesses a

She had seen Mary, skulking in the shadows as she left, and she had sworn to herself that she would have vengeance on the woman who had ruined her life for her. As she climbed out of the carriage at the forbidding building, however, her only thoughts were for herself and her own survival. Somehow she had to get through this. Somehow. “Come along now,” the governess said in clipped tones, “no point dawdling.” She walked up to the door and banged on it. The sound echoed through the house. Alice waited expectantly. A butler answered the door. “Ah, Mr. Jeffries,” the governess said, “I have a new charge for your master. Here is a letter with all the relevant details that you will need.”

Brock had a guileless, almost naive appearance, while Garrison had a dark, severe look with a sharp, watchful eyes. "Either one of you will be required to have her guarded and accompanied at all times, with or without her consent. You will do it in relays." He bored a gaze to the rest of the staff. "And the rest of you will also be responsible for keeping her within the safety of this house, under any circumstances. Is that understood?" The servants exchanged uncertain looks, but no one made an answer. Certainly they were not prepared to face that sort of situation. His eyes flashed, brushing the timid faces before him with an impatient look, and Ava could see some of the staff flinch while