The Housekeeper Novels & Stories

His eyes settled on me. “I’ll be in the office for a while. Butler Charles will show you around,” he said. I only nodded, avoiding his gaze. Moments later, he turned and left. Butler Charles straightened again as he turned to me, keeping his posture polite and humble. “Madam, it’s truly nice to meet you. I’m Butler Charles, and this is Martha, the housekeeper of this mansion,” he introduced them. The housekeeper gave me only the faintest nod before she finally spoke.

The mansion came a new housekeeper, the new housekeeper does not smile, this is and summer housekeeper a tone, big morning, can hear the new housekeeper and summer housekeeper in the handover. Both are engaged in the profession of housekeeper for most of their lives, do things, both let a person can not pick thorns, but under the surface of the calm, but it is a fight. Intermittently in his ears was a conversation between the two old and new butlers. Neither of the words was much, yet neither was simple. Jane Tong just stared ahead, as to whether the handover was successful, Jane Tong did not care. Also do not know what kind of motionless you and me inside.

SAMANTHA'S POV We finally moved to the new house, this time, he was nice enough to give me my own room. "The housekeepers will be available in case you need help with anything." I looked at the people he called his housekeepers, there was an elderly lady, a young girl and a man who I assumed was the Gardner, they had their quarter behind the house. "Welcome Ma." They all said in Unison. "Thank you." I replied before following him to the room he wanted to show me.

He asked. “Connection–our connection is quite interesting because I'm – I’m your housekeeper!” She hollered, but that didn't feel right. My housekeeper? But how could I not recognize her, or even Meredith? “I don't believe it, so why don't you prove it?” I blurted.

I pause, and run my fingers through my hair to tidy it before slipping into a simple jacket and head to the door. My fluffy slippers make soft shuffling sounds against the floor as I approach the door. Opening it, I find a kindly–faced woman standing there, dressed in a simple floral boubou. “Hello, Miss White,” she greets with a bow and warm smile. “I’m your new housekeeper , ma'am. I am employed to cook, clean, wash, do your laundry… just make things easier for you.” The woman explains. I blink in surprise, my wolf instantly alert. Allister never mentioned hiring anyone.

The fact that the housekeeper could be so relentless in keeping her stand with her small and weak stature was quite an applauding feat—she was extremely competent as a housekeeper. The housekeeper seemed different from the usual stereotypical ones, so Heather had a feeling that she was a college student working part-time. “Are you still in school?” Heather’s tone of speech changed all of a sudden as she started showing concern for the housekeeper. Other housekeepers wouldn’t have bothered to respond if someone asked them personal questions, but the younger girl was naturally more than happy to see

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

I opened the door and saw a woman in her forties or fifties. “Hi. You are—?” “I’m the housekeeper for the scheduled cleaning.” I nodded and stepped aside to let the housekeeper in. As I was sitting on the couch watching TV, suddenly, a scream came from upstairs. I rushed into the bedroom. The panicked housekeeper looked at me. Next to her feet was a broken photo frame. This was Bishop’s bedroom, so the framed photo— I guessed it was probably a photo of him and his mother when he was a child.

The knocking came again, steady and insistent. I rolled off the bed, pulled a blanket around my shoulders, and stumbled to the door. Outside of it stood a woman with a cart of cleaning supplies. Behind her was another woman holding a clipboard and a food container. “Are you Cynthia?” the woman with the cleaning supplies asked. When I nodded, she said, “I’m your new housekeeper.” “And I’m your new nutritionist!” said the woman behind her. They both pushed into the room. The housekeeper grumbled at the messy state of it and immediately began picking up my dirty clothes.

It's the only thing I really hate about this work. "Thanks for the breakfast," I say with a swift kiss before clearing everything into the dishwasher. Which reminds me of something. "You cleared up the mess from last quite well." Dean rubs the back of his neck and gives me a little nervous look. "Actually, that was Cindy, my housekeeper." Wait, what? Housekeeper? Alright, let's face it, he's a hard-working man, and the place is spotless. But I haven't seen her. "Where is she?"