The Housekeeper Novels & Stories

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

"But I get your point..." Tobias rises to his full height. Towering over me with nothing but fondness in his eyes as he looks at me. "Let me hire this housekeeper while you sit back and relax, okay?" I take a deep breath. "Okay." *** A few days later, I'm trying my hardest not to interfere when I notice that my housekeeper is sorting the shoes in the wrong order. Her name is Dora. She is a young, pretty little thing, and it's taking me every ounce of self-control not to take over. Which makes me realize that I probably have a bigger control need than I thought.

“Alpha Cyrus sent me. He thought you might need these things.” “Thank you,” I said to her as she put them down on the bed. Afterward, she stood with her hands on her hips, and watched me. “My name is Marcia, and I’m the housekeeper here. It’s my job to make sure everything is tended to well, and as you will be living here, you’ve become my responsibility, too. So, if there’s anything you might need, all you have to do is ask.” I nodded. “I will.”

At his nod I went to move but the Alpha was planted in place looking between the two of us. “Who is Mrs H?” he asked, and I swallowed, looks like we will be playing twenty questions today as well. “My apologies Alpha, Mrs H is Mrs Henderson, the head housekeeper.” “And what is it that she needs to know?” He asked this time with his brows raised, something that made him look ridiculously sexy. I suppressed the shudder and shoved my wolfs thoughts out of my head so that I could focus on something other than her insatiable desire to see the monster naked.

God, she seems to have lost some weight. I walked down the stairs with her head on my shoulder and her arms wrapped around my neck. Liam was already at the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee and the same bored, mild expression plastered on his face. The woman I assumed to be the new housekeeper was standing awkwardly near the couch with her hands clasped together. The driver stood beside her, looking everywhere else but me. The moment they saw us, they straightened quickly. “Good morning, sir,” the housekeeper said with a polite smile. “It's an honour to finally meet you, Mr Kingston.”

The woman, however, shakes her head and says, "You can't not have anything. Let me get you a glass of water at least." I try to decline the offer, not wanting to trouble the housekeeper further, but her persuasive tone and warm smile convince me otherwise. "Thank you, that would be very kind." The housekeeper nods and excuses herself, disappearing down the hallway to fetch the water. Left alone once again, I take the opportunity to survey my surroundings. The grand mansion exudes an air of old-world charm, with its antique furniture, intricate tapestries, and polished hardwood floors. Each room seems to have its own story to tel

It felt like I was walking into a haunted, deserted house with spooky ghosts. The silence was unsettling. No laughter. No movement. Just… stillness. “Why is it so dark? I almost can't see.” I complained “The lights are turned on inside. Come on, let's go.” He knocked briskly on the door and a fairly old woman opened the door. “Good evening Sir. Good evening Ma'am.” She said, making way for us to pass. “Arlene, this is Judith, the housekeeper. I have briefed her on everything she needs to know. If you need anything in the house, she is at your service.” He said, smiling brightly.

she says and starts walking down a passage. I have no choice but to follow her. The house is massive. We make our way through different passages and hallways, passing by dozens of rooms before we reach a large kitchen. The comforting smell of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee beans have my mouth salivating. The kitchen is bustling with activity. The girl leads me to a stool at the kitchen counter. “Good morning Deary, I am Mrs Wells the housekeeper. Make yourself at home” an elderly lady says, making her way to the counter. She wipes her hands on the apron around her waist. She is covered in flour and her face is flushed from the heat of the oven.

, she assured the lady in a comforting way The chef waited so long for the housekeeper to arrive but her presence wasn't within the corner It bothered her because she isn't alleged to stay so long Since she was done with everything in the kitchen, it hit her mind to strode into the dinning and meet her over there A single soul wasn't found in the dinning or either the sitting room, and so she decided to move upstairs concluding that Candi must have called for her presence The housekeeper is a type that Can pass through abuses all in the name of being a worker…but she bets never to let Candida try such on her dear friend

After bathing and washing my hair, I got dressed, dried my hair, and put on some lotion, which makes me nauseated, but I still wear them anyway because I ain’t no way I’ll be walking around dry and ashy as hell. Just as I was applying my lip gloss, I heard knocking on my door and a message ping. I check my text first……. My new housekeeper is here. Yeah… I finally got one. Thanks to Keisha. I slowly stood up from my vanity chair and walked carefully to the door. I opened it, and was met by a middle-aged woman probably in her early fifties, with dark hair, pale skin, and average height. “Miss Ann?”, I asked.