The Housekeeper Novels & Stories

I think the housekeeper really gets my style. I hustle down the stairs and the house keeper is waiting for me with a large coffee and donut. Smiling until we hear shouting from Reeds office around the corner. She really is perfect at this job. “ Sounds like a bad day” I mutter. “Don’t worry Dear, Mr. Malcolm may seem hostile now but, I promise you a cup of hot cocoa will soften him right up.” His housekeeper smiles. “You mean he doesn’t take his coffee black” I joke

One day, I came across a live stream of my own house while scrolling through social media. "Check this out, guys. These are premium quality saffron. Look at the color of them! And I've got freshly caught cuttlefish here. Its tentacles are still moving. Let me show you how to kill this thing. "Today's challenge is cleaning the windows in a house that costs 2 billion dollars. Thank you for the gifts, guys!" Lilian Sherman was our housekeeper. She came from a rural village and had a hobby for livestreaming. Every day, she documented her life as a housekeeper working in a wealthy household.

I was certain he despised me already for everything that happened. Why wouldn’t he? After all, I abandoned him when I swore I never would. My heart clenched to the thought. “Ma’am, the air is getting cold. You should come inside,” the housekeeper’s voice drifted toward me. A faint smile curved my lips as I strolled back into the room, wrapping my arms around myself. The housekeeper had stayed with me, tending to the house. She was a kind, middle-aged woman, and at times I saw her as a mother figure.

I would eat everything he served me, even himself. After dinner, I was briefly introduced to the house stuff. Well, it was only a chef, and the housekeeper since Bryce, just like me, preferred silence, devoid of maids moving up and about, gossiping and everything. Well, due to the size of the house, there was also a professional cleaning company that came to clean once a week.. " Good morning madam, enjoy your breakfast. Sir had an early meeting, he won't dine with you." I had just stepped into the dining area when the kind housekeeper announced, and I nodded in greeting before taking my seat at the huge table.

AMBER HART POV The silence in the room was suffocating. Kalix didn't blink. He just stood there by his desk, looking at me like I was a bug he wanted to crush under his expensive shoes. My hands started shaking, so I locked them behind my back. "I’m Amber, sir. The new housekeeper. Mrs. Gable recommended me to Martha." Kalix looked at the broken lamp on the floor, then back at me. A harsh, humorless laugh escaped his lips. "The new housekeeper. And you’ve been here for what, ten minutes? You already managed to destroy property."

David's mother exclaimed in disbelief, her tone dripping with hostility. "What are you doing here? Our family has nothing to do with you!" Caught off guard, Rowan froze in her tracks. She had been poised to ascend the staircase, but now found herself unsure of how to proceed. In reality, she felt a strong urge to turn around and leave immediately. Standing by, the senior maid stepped in to clarify, "Ma'am, the master specifically invited Miss Rowan to come." "How could that be?!" David's mother's voice escalated, vehemently rejecting the housekeeper's statement.

He was the man who asked me to come here. “I am Mina, the housekeeper. The cleanliness is my priority.” A cheerful girl turned around and bow to me. “And I am Hana, the keeper too, I help Mina to maintain the cleanliness.” A shy one introduced herself. I think Lara has managed them all. “Thank you guys for maintaining my house in good condition and taking care of everything in here. I was expecting an abandoned house, I didn’t remember paying your service while I was still in my previous house.”

Even driving these days have started to be an issue. His house had started to become so messed up all the time and he had become fed up one day and had gone and hired a housekeeper. It was a middle-aged woman named Caroline and so far, so good, she had been sufficient enough. She only did her work and minded her business. No questions or lectures about the number of different women he was bringing into the house on a daily and he couldn’t have wished for any other type. He got into the bar and immediately ordered for his usual drink from the bartender.

LoL, I don’t have to know but I’m gonna listen to the music anyways. I Gotta go, just heard mom calling out my name, she’s always doing that. I guess it’s because the house is big and she doesn’t wanna walk all the way upstairs just to call me, you know what I’m saying……..here she goes again, calling out my name. Gotta go bye… Dear dairy, Is it just me or is that housekeeper weird, I’m starting to think she isn’t even a housekeeper, wait a minute, why do we need a housekeeper, I mean the house is kinda ours now, why is she still coming?

I took the opportunity to hire several housekeepers for her—one for cleaning, one for cooking, and one who would focus solely on her recovery. Calvin once hired some housekeepers for her so that she could enjoy her retirement. But she'd always chased them away after a few days, claiming she didn't need help and that it was a waste of money. Now that Mrs. Hearth couldn't move around on her own, she had no choice but to accept it. Just as we were about to have dinner, someone knocked on the door. The housekeeper opened the door, and Calvin's uncle and aunt walked in, followed by a young woman.