Novel-novel oleh Ken Ricafort

I was idly walking in the garden adoring the different flowers and minding my own business, when a woman came over to greet me. She looked about my age give or take a few years. She was a few inches taller than I was, had lively brown eyes, and brown hair that was tied neatly into a bun. She was wearing a black dress with white trim that fell just below her knees and a white apron with lace.“You must be the little masters’ new bodyguard.” She greeted with a big smile. “My name is Katarina, I am the head-maid here.”“The name’s Jaimie. Yes. I am the new bodyguard of Ana and Gavin.” I responded.Katarina looked at me from head-to-toe. “You’re so pretty. I expected the new bodyguard to be—”“Taller?”“Muscular.” She said matter-of-factly. “But yes, now that you mentioned it, I&rsqu

I felt a tingle of both happiness and melancholy. I knew that she was well-loved and cared for here, and that she was the source of sunshine in this family. There was a part of me that felt jealous—that Lucas and the kids had her, and that she had them. However, above all these feelings, guilt was the strongest. In the past four months that I’ve been watching this family I have never seen them as happy as I have seen them today. I shouldn’t be the one putting a smile on their faces. It should be her.Thoughts flew in my head imagining her gracefully walking down the corridors in a white dress that always looked so good on her, complimenting her blue eyes and fair complexion; the epitome of immaculate beauty. I imagine the way she would smile at her husband so tenderly and how he would hold her gently in his arms like the fragile little dove that she was. I imagine the way her children would come running to her at every chance they got. They wer

When we got to the kitchen, I served the kids some appetizer sandwiches while I made them dinner. I baked us up a large chicken glazed with some honey and herbs like basil, rosemary, and thyme with a side dish of mashed potatoes and gravy made from some flour and the chicken's natural oils.Lucas arrived just in time for dinner and ate with us. “How’s the food?” I asked “I do hope it is to your liking.” I asked.“It’s perfect!” Lucas smiled at me. “I haven’t eaten a dish such as this for a very long time.” He replied.“Don’t patronize me.” I teased. ”My cooking is far from the best. I’m sure you have a lot of servants and cooks here who can cook way better.”“Daddy only eats mama’s cooking. And ever since mama died, dad did not want to eat anymore.” Gavin said while chomping on a spoonful of a ma

Lucas showed me all the different places in the mansion— the ballroom where they held their parties, the music room filled with all kinds of instruments, and the kitchen where I would be working. The pantry was fully stacked. There were fresh fruits and vegetables of every kind in the counter. Oh! For the love of spices, herbs, and condiments, I can make so many delicious meals from these! I gleamed with excitement. I wasn't the best cook, but I do know how to make a hearty meal when given the proper ingredients."All of the fruit, vegetables, and spices are grown in our farm just a few miles from here." Lucas said."I thought you owned an oil company?" I asked. Just how many businesses does this man have?"I do. But we also own a farm. My parents also have a shipping company that I help manage. My wife used to help out on her parent's pharmaceutical business, but now that she's gone, I have to

My eyes flew open. I frantically looked around. Lucas beeped his horn and rolled the car into the entrance of a big estate. Where the hell are we? We were definitely NOT in London anymore. I checked my watch. It was 10:45am."Welcome to your new home." Lucas said, as if to answer my question. "This is a family estate we use for summer vacations, but with what happened in the city, I decided that the kids and I should settle here permanently instead.""When you said house, I was expecting an actual house not a mansion." I exclaimed."Don't you like it?" he asked. I heard the hurt in his voice. Shit."No, I do. It’s wonderful. It's just that... I might get lost. I'm not used to such big places." I responded timidly.Lucas' face brightened up like a child who was given candy for the very first time. "Well I'll give you a tour then! C'mon,

My alarm set-off at 7:00am. Crap, I fell asleep staring at the ceiling. I even had the weirdest dream… Staring at the ceiling. Well whatever. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I went down to get my car at around 7:30am when I saw that there were two cars parked in front of my apartment building. One of them was a black sedan and the other was a Limo.Lucas got out of the driver’s seat of the Limousine. Seeing him in broad daylight made me realize that he was indeed a very handsome man, around 6’4, I guess. He could get any woman he wanted with his looks alone, much more so with all his money. But instead he chose to drown himself in misery and mourn for the death of his wife. She was such a lucky girl to have had a husband like him, other men would have just moved on. I’ve seen that happen a lot in my line of work. You can’t imagine how many husbands were responsible for their wives ‘suicide&rsqu