Babysitter Novels & Stories

When she flipped on the tv he decided it was time to make his move. Mandy Williams was babysitting in Huntersville for her neighbors 3 houses down from her house. She had been babysitting these two kids for a year now and they always got along great. She made them a quick dinner of hot dogs and Mac n cheese. She helped the 2 little boys bathe and read them a story and took them upstairs and tucked them in to bed. Mandy had a good routine down with the kids and stayed with them singing softly until they fell asleep.

"You can teach him as well. I'll ask Carter to give you Benjamin's schedule." "Who's Carter?" she asked, a bit more excited now. Even though they didn't sign any contract yet, it sounded like he was willing to hire her. "The butler." He simply said. "Is there anything else I need to know, Sir?" she completed, already annoyed with his temper. Didn't they teach important people that you can get much more by being polite and nice to others? Were rich people always that rude? "You'll have a three-month probationary period. After that, we can talk again and see if you still want to continue here. If you don't screw up before that, of course."

He said casually and I grimaced. Fuck! “How am I supposed to leave her for six hours, come one be for real.” He wasn’t thinking so far, was he? “Babysitter…that’s kinda why they exist.” He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and looked around before getting a jug of water and pouring it into the glass. Babysitter… I see I see, so now I have to scurry through the internet looking for someone willing to spend their summer looking after a stranger’s bratty kid. Oh well, Courtney is tired of me- she made it crystal clear.

"But I'm not leaving him alone in that house for hours with just her. Not yet." "He wouldn't be alone with just her. The staff—" "I want an actual babysitter there," I said it plainly, done softening it into a suggestion. "Someone I trust, or at least someone with references I can check myself. Your mother can be in the room; she can read him a story; she can do whatever grandmother things she wants to do. But I want someone else there too, someone whose entire job would be watching him, not managing whatever agenda she's running."

Alessa said with a smile. She heard the bell ring and Alessa turned to it. “That should be your babysitter,” Alessa said as she walked to the door. She opened it and it was the babysitter. A teenage girl. “Ms. Kendall?” “Yes, come in,” Alessa replied and let her in. “Okay, so this is Aria and Aiden,” Alessa said and the girl smiled at them. “Hey.” she smiled at the twins and they stared at her. “Bianca, right?” Alessa asked.

He looked up at me in a apron and smiled. "Mr Major I wasn't expecting you until later" He said dusting his apron off and his cheeks flushed. "Micah you've been here babysitting since you were 14, there's no need to be shy and you're gonna complete your hours as usual. So you work from 4pm-10 pm, sometimes sleep over. I'll get someone to take you home at nights so you don't have to take the bus. I hate waiting for your call when it's late" I said to him

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.

The babysitter lasted four hours. Her name was Cara and she came highly recommended by two pack families who described her as unflappable, experienced with supernatural children, and entirely trustworthy. She was twenty-two and had been working with pack children for three years and arrived on her first morning with the calm professional confidence of someone who had handled difficult situations before and expected to handle this one. By noon she was sitting on the kitchen floor with her back against the cabinet and a slightly distant expression, like someone who had briefly visited a different reality and was still processing the return journey.

“You’re bold enough to yell at me and crazy enough to argue with me. That’s rare. And entertaining.” She crossed her arms, refusing to lose. “So you just want entertainment from your secretary?” “No,” he said flatly. “But if you’re going to babysit me—which is basically what secretaries do—I need someone who won’t faint every time I raise my voice.” She almost laughed. Babysit? Really? “Babysit you? Sir, last time I checked, taking care of you is not part of the job description.” Their eyes locked. Lukas, cold and arrogant. Shaina, brave but playful. Neither wanted to back down.

As I brushed and tied her hair into a half-up, half-down hairdo, I asked her about the babysitter. . "Do you enjoy being with the babysitter most of the time?" . "Well, I enjoy being with you more, but you have to work. I have no other choice." . "... I'm sorry Amy..." . "It's okay, the babysitter is not evil at all, she is cheerful most of the time and she never raised her voice on me. Well, I never did anything naughty anyways. On the bright side, she likes to play games with me too! She draws very nicely too, and she taught me how to draw as well."