Babysitter Confessions Novels & Stories

If he wants a real answer, I will give it to him. He fixed his sitting position, so I started to say a word. “If you want the truth, Mr. Jaxon, I will say it to you. I am just a waitress when my acting parents died in an accident. It's been a year and I still don't know what happened to me or who I am. I don't even know who my birth parents were. The only thing I know is I need to survive every day because no one will do it for me. I need money to feed my empty stomach. Yes, I don't have any experience of being a receptionist, not like the others who are applying. I am just sharing a house with my best friend, but I have a lot of patience because of where I live. You know, in a slum,” I sai

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?"

Looking around to make sure there was no one else around, she called Erma, snapping as soon as Erma answered, "What's your problem?! Why did you call me during working hours?!" Fortunately, Zachary was not suspicious—if he knew she was secretly in league with Erma, he would suspect something! "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Erma apologized repeatedly and explained, "But I spoke to the babysitter as you suggested, Ms. Crowe… And she refused to speak on my behalf!" Vivian almost had a stroke at those words. "Can't you grow a brain?!"

Joaquin protests as Jesse picks the apple out of his lap, dropping it in the trash. "I'm sure there's a whole category dedicated to babysitting horror movies. You know, there's a horror movie just called The Babysitter. Try harder," Jesse rejects, eyeing his screen as he takes a sip of his coffee. Joaquin sighs, coming to lean against the side of his desk. "Like me or Wallace would let anything bad happen to you." Jesse scoffs, "Oh, that makes me feel so much better, thank you." "Yah. I'm serious," Joaquin mutters with a scowl, swatting at Jesse’s chest. "You think I'd ask you if I thought there was any chance it was dangerous? You think I'd ask you if Wallace hadn't approved of the idea?"

"I'm really, really sorry, Valentine. The babysitter that I hired is, unfortunately, sick today and my parents were out of town as well, and you know I don't want to leave baby Axelle to some random stranger, so I ended up coming here." "Jesus Ivana. You could've at least called first" I exclaimed and deep down inside me, I'm already dancing with panic. "I don't think I can do this babysitting kind of thing. I'm not sure I'm the right person for this, I mean I've never babysitted before." "My exam is in about an hour. I don't have much time to look for someone else. This is actually a perfect chance for you to experience taking care of a baby. Who knows what if you decide to have one someday

She demanded to know. "What are you talking about, Monica, it's an honest job and I'm sure Tori will be kind enough to pay you well." I smirked. "What the hell, Adrian, this is no longer funny! I will not work for your babysitter!" Monica yelled at him, as if he had gone mad. "What's going on? Is this kind of a business deal between the two of you? Is she working for you, or did you seriously spend so much money on this girl!?"

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Joan slipped her hands into her pockets—she could never understand the anxieties of a mother. "Nothing is going to go wrong" For a normal babysitter, that could be a right assumption. But for someone like Holly, a smile facading her deceitful nature—none of them could tell that that was the day they let the devil in their home. Closing the door behind her, Isabella was headed down the corridor before she came to a halt by the chiming of her phone. Pulling it out, her gaze fell upon a text from Patricia. It was on seeing the article attached to it that her lips fell wide apart.

Bellamy asked. "Leilani, you can call me Leilah for short." Leilah replied not smiling. "I don't care about your name, it's as ugly as You are." Bellamy said. "Don't talk rudely to our babysitter." Liam warned. "Oh, she is the babysitter, that's not my problem, my problem is when did you both started to care about someone? Or has the babysitter bewitched you with her magic? I don't trust these low life people, they can do anything to get what they want." Bellamy said.

We both stare at each other for a moment before she speaks again. "Why aren't you letting it all out?" She says in what I assume is her normal voice. I cant help but laugh. "You really think I'd hook up with Zeke?" "You didn't?" She let's go of my hands. "No," I say through my laughter. "I'm babysitting him." "Oh, you are the babysitter! I am such an idiot," she laughs, face-palming herself. "Don't worry about it. I just can't believe you thought I'd be low enough to sleep with him. Who are you anyway?" I try not to sound rude in the last bit.