Babysitter Stories Novels & Stories

“After that incident, Zayden let this poor little guy live with him. Of course, he looked at into this case, but he didn’t find anything. We just know that the babysitter on duty that day sneaked out. She does this often because Max is an obedient child. She had snuck out before, and nothing happened. But, Max had a fever that day.”

Said Rex, rubbing his tummy. "Just don't tell them." Said JJ. But that wasn't very nice. "They'll know, you see that girl over there, that's Emily, my babysitter, and she tells everything to mom and dad," Rex said, pointing to a she-wolf with black hair and a very short dress; maybe it was her baby sister's dress and hers got spoiled before the party. I and JJ scrunched our noses; auntie Beth never did anything like that; she was more of our friend than anything else.

"You should get to know him better; he's very nice. He beat up some guys who said something about me last night." "Are you serious? Was it warm?" I'm laughing. "Kinda." "How did these sexy guys get into our pitiful lives?" "So I got a job watching the bad boy. Then he and his pals wouldn't leave us alone." "That's a good way of putting it. But don't forget to include the scene in which the bad boy falls in love with his babysitter." "Shush," I say to her. "You should simply tell him that you like him. Take a look at what he says." She rises to her feet.

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.

Angel POV. "I want cookie," I tell the stupid babysitter stomping my foot, her name is Blair, she's a mommy with no little and she likes taking care of littles, Ilyssa's words, we're kind of good friends now, we shared some gossip about everyone, and it was fun to talk about it all. "And I said no," she says trying to sound firm and managing to, I should obey her, I should do as she said, but she wasn't as scary as Hunter was this morning, or even mommy Logan scary, she was firm, but not enough to get me to stop.

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.

"Ok, okay! So what do you do for a living? I know you are learning part time." "Nylie, I'm a babysitter." "Ooh! You get to babysit those little huns, huh?" Nylie nudged Vanessa with a smile. "Not huns, but a little bun. She's my world now. I would give my life for that little one." Vanessa replied with a smile as she thought of Lisa. But she soon frowned. "Hope she's alright. No, I gotta go check on her now." she thought. "Nylie, where's the belly dance class for beginners?"

“Maybe you’re part of a child-kidnapping ring, and you treat them while she brings them in, pretending they’re lost or parentless.” My disbelief grew as the woman concocted an impossible story. How could she believe something so irrational? Besides, it was the first time I had ever seen Dr. Harris. “Ma’am, that’s…” “Shut up!” she interrupted me, hissing through her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred. “I told you not to speak until the police arrive. Let’s see if you have the courage to defend the indefensible.” The words stuck in my throat. There was no way to reason with her. She was completely blinded by her anger.

He asks taking a step forward. “I called you a bloody bastard... Mr Gordon punch him hard on his face which sends him to the floor. “How dare you an ungrateful out call me that?” he roars. He advance toward him on the floor and makes an attempt to hit him again on the floor and he feels a fragile holds on his hand. He forcefully yanks his hand off the grip and he hears the sound of someone falling on the ground with a loud thud. He looks back and behold, it is the new babysitter that he hired to watch over his son.