Strict Governess Novels & Stories

Her expression was cautious but polite. “¿Sí?” Bobby hesitated. “I… I used to work here,” she said in Spanish. “I was the governess for the children.” The woman studied her for a moment. “Ah,” she said slowly. “You must be Señorita Sullivan. The children still talk about you.” Bobby blinked. “You know my name?” The housekeeper nodded. “There have been several governesses since you left. But the children, especially the youngest one, never forgotten you.” Her tone held no accusation—only a quiet statement of fact.

She owned this mansion and half share of his business. "I've checked all the arrangements, ma'am. Everything is perfect," Mr. Garreth, their butler informed her with his head downcast. "Look up. You don't have to look down while talking to me," Serena encouraged the middle-aged man with a friendly smile. "Sir doesn't like us looking at you," the man responded, keeping his eyes downcast. Serena rolled her eyes. They were married but he still was so possessive over her.

Huxley darted inside instantly. "Elenore Levine is nothing but a maid in my household. She is no longer a mistress but a maid like others. Make sure you teach her the tasks I wish her to fulfill." He raised his voice to let her hear it. The startled butler watched his master leave the chamber as soon as he lowered the girl. ** Two days later~ Three servants gathered inside the corridor that led to the kitchen. "Our young master had never come home with a woman. He had never let a woman in his bed!"

“And another maid confirmed she saw Lois mixing it into the sextuplets' approved infirmary decoctions.” “I feel this is far too risky for her to do,” Sandra stated, leaning into the King's known sensitivities. “She is utterly undeserving to be the children’s governess. Her constant impertinence and nonchalance towards your rules make her a threat.” She knew Alpha Karl couldn't stand being reminded that he had put a "sinner" in charge of his heirs. “And she knows full well she could be putting them in danger?” he asked, a vein throbbing at his temple.

Ann replied smiling. “ then you look elegant today miss Ann,” George said. “ Well, thank you, George” Ann replied. Soon they met their governess who scolded them for running, but Bobby managed to sweep past her again, but was saved from Mrs. Hopkin's wrath by her doting father, and grandmother.

I walked over to the area where other women were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat quietly and mulled over my potential responses to interview questions in my head. My train of thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In all my years of being a governess, I have never -- and I mean never -- met such a cruel little thing.”

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.

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.

Chapter 9 Amber’s POV Over the years, Mother has employed several women under the title of head housekeeper. In reality, their main job was me. They were to watch me. Ensure I was keeping to the diet. Report my every movement back to Mother… that sort of thing. Among all the women, Madam Griselda was the one that stuck. And she was the one I despised the most. “SPIT IT OUT! AT ONCE!” Her huge frame filled the infirmary doorway as she huffed in anger.

“Or the guards can operate the gates for us, from inside the gatehouse.” “That’s really cool,” I said, as we started up the long driveway to the house. The house was impressive, white with gray trim and a dark gray, tiled roof. Inside, I was greeted by our newly appointed staff. The governess, Maggie, a chef, a housekeeper, and a driver. “We’ll need a second governess, to ensure around the clock care for the two children,” Adam explained. “I don’t want you to be fatigued trying to deal with domestic and household demands piled on top of your chemo treatment.”