Babysitter Club Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

As soon as I opened it, a photo slipped out: a colorful drawing, clearly made by hand, with DADDY written in crooked letters covered in glitter. Next to it were three figures: me, in a black suit, a blonde little girl… and a third person, taller, with brown hair drawn in soft shades of brown. Isabella. “She submitted a group project,” Carmen commented with a small smile. “You, her, and the nanny. It’s called Family in Colors.” My stomach tightened. Isabella had only been with us for a few days, and despite her professionalism, the thought that my daughter might be getting too attached to her unsettled me.

Imyra looks down at the three toddlers just as Satyira walks in. “There you three are.” She says. I look down at the three and realize that they snuck away from their babysitter. I raise my eyebrow at them. These three are trouble. I can still hear uncontrollable laughter from the other room, and I thank god that I don’t live here anymore. These kids are insane. Xion

Chapter 6:The baby contract BELLA’s POV My heart sank as I recognized the contract in his hands. “You were actually serious about this thing?” “Do I look like The Joker?” He asked back.”This is called The Baby Contract.Read through and sign in the appropriate places. You can read right?” I sat down uncomfortably on the couch, my skimpy rumpled nightgown clinging to me. He looked at me like he could see my panties. Wait could he? I quickly clamped my legs together and placed a pillow over my thick thighs he had been seeing for free.

I prayed it wasn't Ad— "Adam." Damnit. I stood abruptly on his bed, facing him with a mix of anger and anxiety. My heart raced in a panicked rhythm against my ribcage. "Hey, I don't need a babysitter! I'm twenty-one! I can take care of myself!" "You can take care of yourself? Really? Is that why you almost got into trouble the other night with some guy following you home?" I glared at him, frustration and defiance mingling in my expression. "Mom and Dad won't agree to this! Adam isn't even someone we know well. Why should he be watching over me?"

Just then, Mamita knocked on the door, “Amelia, I'm off to Gracias's house, won't be back till tomorrow afternoon!” “Okay, Mamita!" I met Chelsea's gaze after my grandma left and smile, “Fine, let's do this, but I'm just going to have fun at Club X, NOT to sleep with anyone.” "Do as you please, dear. That reminds me, this morning I spotted a babysitting job advertised on the internet." “Babysitting? You know I can't do that; I already have too many jobs, and I'm not good with kids!" "I know," Chelsea acknowledges, "but the compensation is significantly greater than your prior positions." They never said you'd be babysitting kids for $1000 per day!"

I flipped open the lid of the book and didn't know what the fuck. "What's this?" It looked like a photo album filled with girls, young girls. I started to relax a little, thinking that the shit had to do with my cause, which was rescuing young kids from fucked up situations and the twisted adults that were supposed to care for them, and nothing at all to do with my babygirl, until I saw her face looking back at me.

Ari looks at me with eyes filled with fear and tears, I almost had my baby back and now I'm losing her again. "I love you, Leo," she tells me before I hear a bullet shot. "NOOOOOO...." I don't know who screamed, me or Ace or maybe both. Both girls fall on the ground with blood pooling around them, then a miracle happens, Ari, my baby stand up and run into my arms. I engulf her in a hug keeping her close, no one is going to hurt her anymore. "Tsk, Tsk...That's what happens when you send a baby to do Mans job" The new voice says, making all of us freeze.

And her Dad usually made it hard for her to go out—why was it suddenly easy? “Who’s Rey Jhon?” Her Dad stopped writing and looked at her, eyebrows meeting. He didn’t expect the question. She had no clue who Rey Jhon was. A new guard? A new driver? Her eyes widened. A new driver? “He’s your babysitter.” “Baby—” Her mouth hung open. “Babysitter? So, he wasn’t lying all along?” Her Dad shook his head and continued writing, while she stood there frozen. “Daddy, really? A babysitter? I’m not a baby anymore! What will my friends say if they find out—”

"The PIN is your birthday. This is all the savings I had when I was alive. None of it was from insider trading. Use it to pay the electricity bill for me." I picked up the card. Then, unable to hold it in anymore, I sank to the floor and broke down, sobbing. I cried for a long time before I finally managed to stand up. I wiped my tears away and looked around the apartment that now belonged to me. It was quiet and empty, even a little cold. I felt a bit lonely, but I was no longer the same Leo Colson who used to agonize over coupons worth a few dollars. I walked to the window and looked down at the traffic flowing past below.