The Housekepper Novels & Stories

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

In the first word, Damon planned to wake him up with breakfast in bed, but what he woke up to was smoking filling his lungs, a kitchen on fire, and oddly enough a toaster with a fork stuck in it and with its sides dented in, after that experience he learned to memorize every sign of plotting that his lover showed, unfortunately, that didn't save his house from being burnt to the ground. Kenchiki felt like killing something, he was so close to getting into his brother's pants, but before he could even get started, his prey escaped from claws, one thing was for sure by the end of the month, he would get into those pants and then he would eat him clean but until then…..

Sylvana’s trademark Tupperware in the huge double steel doors and shelves; all labeled with heating instructions, she has thought of everything. Jake strolls in, looking seductive in sweats and a T-shirt and I’m still in an over fluffy bathrobe from swimming around that huge tub with him. He immediately heads to the coffee machine that looks like the one from his apartment; but this one is chrome instead of black. This added touch to the kitchen must be one of his choices; the coffee maker clearly having a small place in his heart. “Mamma says she has a bunch of info sheets for you from her counselor friend and some insight on how to become one.” He smiles over at me while preparing the mach

Age: 26 Occupation: Chef Personality: Passionate, creative, focused, friendly Interests: cooking, gardens, wine, people Dislikes: instant/take-out meals, picky eaters, introverts Frequency: Approximately once a week Henry Weston considers himself the "chef of the mansion." He will spend most of his day in the kitchen experimenting with different cuisines. Any chef hired should be sent home this day as Henry hates his position to be challenged. Always have a couple "favorite foods" prepared in your mind. He often asks what meals you would prefer and simply stating you have no preference will only end in disaster. Despite this, Henry is incredibly friendly and believes the only thing that can

Tazz headed towards the kitchen connected to the dining area looking happy and smiley ‘Mr. Jindal, Good morning, I'm just getting the breakfast to the table,” Mrs. Patel, their generations old house keeper and chef was surprised to see Tazz in kitchen. She had been in this household since Tazz, Anuj and others were kids, she knew well about them and their tastes, likes and dislikes, she was surprised to see Tazz enter the kitchen as he’d never done that in past, he always waited at the table to be served.

Josh appeared beside her, placing his arm round her shoulder as they appreciated the cottage together. Miranda didn’t want to wait any longer now. “Shall we take the stuff in?” “Good idea.” He moved away from her and went to the boot to get their bags. Miranda put the code the owner had given her into the key safe so she could let them in. Once she pushed the wooden door inwards, she was greeted with a wonderful warm sensation. She hurriedly kicked off her shoes, anxious to explore their temporary home. On the inside, it was clear how much work had gone into creating a luxury stay. The kitchen was fitted with cream cabinets, and an island for food prep in the middle. Josh marvelled at the ag

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.

“I have to clean for their rooms. Can you cook? Carx will be home for lunch.” I absentmindedly nod and do what she say. I even thought that this house have a lot of housekeepers, but as I observed we’re only two in here when the owners are busy with their businesses during daytime. I opened the twisted the stove and put the cooking pot after slicing the vegetables and other needed ingredients. After I just cooked my dish called chopsuey. I heard a sound of footsteps behind me and said, “Will he going to eat this, madam? Can you try to taste it—”

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

He was antsy to see where Tara was going. My father looked both ways down the hall before whisper shouting to me, “Behave yourself, Mason. Do not make me look bad.” The threat was clear in his voice and I swallowed hard. I hated his fucking guts, but he had overpowered me still on multiple occasions. If I could, I’d kill the fucker and take his fucking title. “Yes, Alpha,” I gritted as I walked away from him and bolted down the stairs. Her scent was faint, but I was able to track it all the way to one of the houses in the neighborhood. It was a big two story house and I could see one of the windows was open. There was also something else. I could hear…Oh, FUCK NO!