Strict Governess Novels & Stories

"Maya, yes... the boys, no. They are little devils that have managed to scare away not less than nine governesses." "Just nine? I was once a governess myself, to the Rudert boys; two sets of twins and a very cunning snippet." "Five boys?" "Yes and they had two and twenty governesses before I arrived." I said proudly. The boys were devils in little boys' clothing but when you get to really understand them, you'd see just how cute they were. "How did you manage five boys on your own? And aren't you a little too young to be a governess?" It was my turn to chuckle at the sheer disbelief on his face.

Light auburn hair which was nicely arranged over her head, shaped her oval face and a sun-tainted smile that revealed a dimple which was mostly never present. She was busy with lessons from the governess, learning how to be a proper lady. The governess must've said something funny, because she burst out laughing, her head tilted backwards. Something beautiful tugged at his heart. He knows he should look away but he can't. She already captivated him and she doesn't even know it. " Sorry to interrupt Lord Wilson, but someone would like to see you." Someone said behind him. Gerald turned around to see the Butler standing behind him.

Gable’s eyebrows twitched slightly, the first crack in her professional armor. "But that room has been vacant since the winter and It has no heating unit." "Did I ask for a maintenance report, Mrs. Gable?" the patriarch whispered, his tone dropping into that terrifying, melodic register. "She will sleep there. She will eat with the lower kitchen staff. She is legally betrothed to the CEO of this empire, but until the contracts are finalized, she has absolutely no domestic power in this house. Do you understand my instructions?" "Perfectly, sir," Mrs. Gable replied, bowing her head.

"Yes, you would have your own room. You would only enter and stay in the Young Master's room if and only when he wants it. I hope you read the contract well enough." "Ow," was the only thing I could muster. I didn't read the damn contract. I balled both hands and slightly shook my head in dismay. I often do things out of sheer stupidity. "This is not a child's play my dear." I gaped at my governess's direction but closed it as soon as I saw the old woman's pity. "I'll leave you for now to take some rest. I'll send Katerina later to bring you food and maybe early morning, I could introduce you to all the attendants and your teachers. Welcome to Crestwood mansion Young Mistress." With that she

“I am sorry to interrupt, my lady, but I was told you wanted to speak to me immediately.” “Yes, come in.” The woman entered, fidgeting with her fingers. “From now on, there will be no strolls in the garden, no playing outside, and no leaving the house for Geoffrey. Do I make myself clear, Lady Green?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “Two Guards will be assigned to accompany him at all times,” she announced, more to Victor than to the governess. He nodded in understanding. “Yes, Your Grace,” the woman repeated. “Thank you, Lady Green. You may leave now.” The woman bowed before hurrying out of the office.

(Governess Queen Aqeesha) “He is just straight forward as an arrow…great for looking out for the public welfare and nation honest development…perhaps..he might even be Aeternum most respected and honest Governors….but when it comes to the darkness and cunning's of the wars and political landscape…the guys is just nothing but an easy target…That is why…although I don’t want him to change his way..at least as our future Governors…we need to educate him a little bit…Governess Jelina Come in…did you sent him to his home?..Take your seat..”. As we were speakings, Countess Jelina has already arrived back to the meeting room. She comes in as I called her in.

Stela demanded, her tone brimming with irritation as she confronted Helena. "My mistress has yet to request anything from me," Helena replied flatly. "Does it need to be requested?!" Bela snapped. "You should’ve handed it over already—" "Watch your tone!" Helena barked, immediately silencing Bela. "I am not only older than you, I am the head housekeeper. Within this manor, I hold the highest authority over all of you servants."

He wanted to be able to play with someone who wouldn’t ignore him and protect Oliver on his behalf. When Richard heard this, he mentally recoiled. Maybe asking the pups about their ideal ‘maid’ wasn’t the wisest idea. For them, there was no difference between a governess, nanny, maid and mother. The CEO wondered if there was such a person who could qualify for the position when his pups were being this demanding on top of Richard’s personal requirements.

He replied swiftly, "Of course, you're my daughter." “It's not easy to become a maid here. The household staff undergo rigorous screening processes. You wouldn't qualify," George explained. "That's precisely why I need your help. As the butler, you have the authority to bring someone on board, right?" Ella assumed it was that simple. However, George remained resolute. He replied flatly, "No, I won't do that." Putting an arm around Ella's shoulder, George reasoned, "I understand your feelings, but Master Lucius is off-limits."

She gasped, her hands flying to the edge of the chair. “You should not be here,” she whispered. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her cheek. “But you are.” His thumb pressed lightly against her slit, rubbing slow circles through the wet fabric clinging to her. Her head fell back slightly, a small sound escaping her throat. He bent lower until his lips hovered beside her ear. “This is my house. My rules. My little governess.” She whimpered softly, thighs tensing as his fingers pushed aside the damp fabric, slipping against her slick folds.