Strict Governess Novels & Stories

Major General Castro leaned on his chair, stretching his arms. “Major General Castro, sometimes you really make me wonder how you managed to climb ranks with your terrible personality.” Instead of getting offended, he grinned like a little kid. “Oh, I wonder that too. But it seems that I'm just too lucky.” “Tsk,” The Governess rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk shits to this lunatic. “If you have time to laze around here, i think it's safe to assume that you don't have anything to do. How about going there yourself, see it for me and give me your thoughts. How about it, hmm?”

The lady was wearing virgin white falsely and was probably with child. Although the thought that another man enjoyed what he coveted as his own and had planted his seed within her velvety depths was difficult to bear, Stephen did his best to look past it. He was, after all, a man of the world and therefore should understand such things. The closed doors of London society did not necessarily promote the chastity in their women like one might assume. Since he became her betrothed but a few short weeks ago, he would accept her indiscretions as the actions of a foolish girl who grew up without the proper guidance a mother would have normally provided. One could hardly expect a governess who was

Do they regret working for me now that my dad is gone? Honestly, their faces are unreadable except for the woman who has been my governess since I was a little child, Ms Owens. When I head inside the foyer, she comes almost flying towards me at the speed of light and takes me in her arms and hugs me tight. I gaze at several recognisable faces but I can't find my housekeeper anywhere in the sea of people milling around the house. Hugging my old governess, I try to catch a glimpse of the person my eyes are searching for in this hysterical spectacle of my worst nightmare. I even gaze over her shoulder towards the gardens. It's empty. Margarethe is still a no-show.

He didn’t yield a single step or stare at the freaking governess—nanny as to what Ariadne called her. He faced the governess and said with a husky voice, “She’s still a minor. Even though she’s just a scullery maid or a housekeeper, she’s still a child. She still deserves respect like you give to Ariadne. Just look at her as a pathetic child and not a filthy little orphan.” The governess raised her left brow and crossed her arms. She walked towards them, as if she had all the remaining hours to waste in slow-walking. Yet, her eyes…her eyes are focused on Maebh like a lion who was about to mangle a doe.

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.

but she was willing to make up for it. On her way to Giselle's old room, Clara met Margaret, the housekeeper who had taken care of her since her mother passed away. The elder woman asked her where she was heading. Clara told her she wanted to get her hair done by Giselle. Hearing the name, the woman's facial expression changed into confusion.

She knew she had to cover up for her Lady otherwise, both of them would be scolded. “Greetings, Grand mistress. My Lady wishes to appreciate her grandmother for showing concern towards her education unlike other ladies and she decided that she will be here to show her respect for her grandmother before going to meet with the governess”. Zena explained with her head bowed and a squeeze of reassurance to Aurora. The Grand Mistress was impressed by her granddaughter's thoughts. “Oh! Aurora darling, the governess must have taught you this as well and I will see to it that she's given a raise. However, you still have to attend the class. Now, be a good girl and don't be late to classes”

“So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name for. She often wondered how Tacky had possessed these gadgets thinking that some of the electronics present might need some sort of a license in order to buy.

Manson shot them a glare and they ducked their heads down. Then, without a word, Mrs. Manson gestured for the girls to come forward with clothing and supplies. I could tell in the brief time I’d known her that Mrs. Manson was the overseer of this castle. That she gave orders to all of the servants below her, and most of them feared her. In all honesty, I feared her a bit too. Not that she was dangerous; she was simply a very scary woman.