Strict Governess Novels & Stories

“I will perform the spell. Are you both ready for this?” “I am!” a much younger voice chirped up from underneath the bed. “Eva? Angie!” Anna’s voice was stern. I liked the nicknames that she called them. “We could use Eva’s magic to assist us,” I said. Eva grinned at me. “You are my favorite.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I thought I was your favorite for not making you wear the fancy pants clothes that Nurse insisted on.” Angie wrinkled her nose. “I can’t believe that you forced us to have a governess, this isn’t Victorian England.”

“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.

Before this hunger got any more dangerous. But deep down, a darker little voice whispered that I didn’t really want to give it back at all. A sharp, authoritative knock rattled the bedroom door pulling me back from my thoughts. I opened it to find Mrs. Gable, the estate’s formidable, tight-lipped housekeeper, standing in a pristine uniform. "Good morning, young mistress," she said, her voice entirely full of warmth. "Kindly bathe and come downstairs immediately. Your lessons for the event must begin."