Babysitter Blues Novels & Stories

Bianca was of course with her ipad, she had gotten so used to being on that thing, it was actually starting to worry me. "Morning, our little ball of sunshine." I poked her shoulder. "Hey." She said, not looking up from her ipad. "Dad, when will you be back from work, I don't want to stay with that babysitter, she disgusts me." She rolled her eyes, starting her duscussion eith the same message she passed across every morning. "Bianca, you know there's no one else we can trust you with." Frank sighed already knowing where this was headed

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

“I’m tired. I’m so, so, so, so tired. I don’t want this anymore. I’ve had enough.” “Blue, you’re scaring me. What happened?” Red asked, panicked. Grey and Green ran over when they saw Blue crying. “Red? What’s going on here?” Green asked. “Who keeps making our baby Blue cry? Sorry to say this, Red, but I bet your mom is behind this again,” Grey added. “I’m heading out,” Blue said softly. “Blue!” Red called after him. “Don’t worry. I won’t throw my life away. Pula, you should go home too.”

Chapter 10: The Unexpected Appointment Kathleen’s P.O.V "Pleaseeeee," She pleaded with so much desperation, her beautiful blue eyes watering at she looked up at me. I sighed, looking down into her face. She was a gorgeous baby, and one day, she would grow up to be an even prettier woman that no one will be able to refuse. I loved how she politely asked me to be her babysitter, and it hurt me to refuse her offer. But it wasn’t her fault her dad was an asshole.

Grandma Amelia said. Alpha Jake hit his hand on the table "Grandma, aren't you just tired of talking always? You think that some damn babysitter can replace Leilah?" He yelled. "Leilah Is irreplaceable, no one can be like her." Beta Liam said. "There is only one babysitter and that's Leilah." Aisen replied. "Okay, I'm not in for a fight this morning, I won't like you to meet her at least I'm sure that after seeing her you will love her." Grandma Amelia said.

mommy asks her. "She's a brat and she hates me back, I can't wait for her mommy to get over her cold," Thalia answers with a groan. "The job of a babysitter never ends," mommy says, oh she's a babysitter? "Tell me about it," Thalia says, going on about her current little bite her in the arm, I was taken by their talk and didn't notice being lied down and changed into a new clean diaper, but when I did my face went fully red.

My name is Ethan, twenty-one, broke college sophomore who needed cash fast. Babysitting wasn’t exactly on my radar, but when the ad popped up—generous pay, easy hours, live-in option for weekends I answered. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harper, both high-powered lawyers, traveled constantly. Their only daughter, Ava, was supposedly “almost grown,” a senior in high school who just needed someone around the house when they were gone.

She didn't even need to see the still-bleeding scratches beneath the woman's hand to know the truth. "He…he lost it," the sitter said. "I know he's a good kid, but…but I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Grace sighed deeply. This was the fifth time that month she had heard those words. At least this one had lasted a little over a week. She only hoped the sitter would keep her mouth shut about what she saw. Digging into her purse, Grace pulled out triple what she owed and met the babysitter’s terrified gaze. "Can I count on your discretion?"

"Miss, may you live a blessed, prosperous life. And may your ex rot in misery." "Wait—these aren’t regular bills. They’re glittering gold notes!" Max’s face turned an ugly shade of red as he watched the scene unfold.

he shouted, jumping into my arms. "Hey buddy," I hugged him before putting him down. "Are you ready for your sleepover?" I asked as we walked into the house. "Hell yes!" he shouted, running toward his bags. "Hey Claire," I greeted the babysitter, to which she just nodded. Claire had been working for my parents since Jason’s birth, and for some reason, she didn’t like me at all. "Are my parents here?" I asked her, rolling my eyes at her attitude.