Strict Governess Novels & Stories

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

“Have we met before?” Daphne gave her an awkward smile. “I don’t think so.” Catherine let out a quiet sigh. “Maybe it was just my imagination.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “I just want you to understand that every maid in this mansion is hired with my approval. Since Alexander has chosen you, I won’t interfere with his decision. But remember, your work will always be monitored by Katarina. So focus on your job, take good care of Alexander, and keep things professional.”

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

"Well, Professor, welcome to my friend's estate." Emma said, turning around so that she was walking slowly forward with her back, while gesturing with her hands which were spread wide as she welcomed her professor to the governess' estate. "Your friend?" Professor Perkins asked, masterfully masking the bewilderment in his voice, not wanting to let the human in on whatever he was feeling or thinking. "Yeah, I have some quite royal friends you see. Melvina is the governess of the county, but she is my good friend. She allows me to call her by her name." She replied.

Before the voice finished, her stepmother, dressed in a luxurious gown, with brown hair styled in elaborate curls, entered gracefully. She sat down on a cushioned bench, smiling, "I just came in and heard someone saying they wanted someone to die knowing why? Our earl's mansion has always been kind-hearted. Who is so ruthless to wish death on someone? Besides, Miss Miranda is still recovering. No matter what the servant did wrong, a scolding is enough, for the sake of Miss Miranda accumulating good karma." Without looking at Miranda, she motioned for someone to help the kneeling Greta up.

Rebecca flashed a glance at Zita, who was wearing a smile. "It seems you were right. The Lady does have an appetite." She replied jokingly. "You know Zita, you'll definitely make a good governess for the Lady." "Are you really that sure, Your grace? I don't have any knowledge of the role of a governess." Zita answered jovially, surprised at the position. "Well, you know the Lady-." The door opened and the Duke entered the room. Rebecca caught a glimpse of him and stopped. She looked away and had her eyes on her daughter. Zita turned to her side and saw him.

She was the governess- an imposing figure who had been tasked s with the job of teaching and guiding me through the Shadowmoor Kingdom’s Wolf Pack regulations and traditions. “Good day, Your Highness.” greeted the governess, letting herself drop into the lowest curtsy that her aging body would allow her to. “Good day, Lady Agatha. I hope you had a splendid night’s rest?” I asked, as I watched her stand up, slowly, from her curtsy. “I had adequate rest through the night, Your Highness. I hope you, as well, got more than enough rest during the night. It wouldn’t do to have you doze off, again, during the day’s lessons.” Lady Agatha said.