Babysitter Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

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.

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Garvin tousled his son's curly hair as he spoke. Cooper reluctantly nodded his head, his young mind unable to grasp why his mommy and daddy couldn't be together right now. After dinner, Iris announced, "It's getting late, so I should be heading home." "But won't you read me my bedtime stories?" Cooper asked, his face filled with sadness. Iris felt miserable. It had been all fun and games when she was just known as Cooper's babysitter. She would come and go after four hours without any complications. But now that the truth was out, things had suddenly become complicated.

John examined me with an arched eyebrow and a modest mocking smile molded itself on his lips, causing me to laugh instantly. "Okay, not all of them," I stressed, "just the vast majority." I fixed and it was John's turn to laugh, negating with his head in amusement. "What exactly happened?" he questioned curiously. "From what I understand, the babysitter got distracted and the little girl ran off to play. Kid stuff, you know?" He nodded. "I found her and took her back, the rest you must have seen." "You have a magnet for confusion, don't you?" John questioned jokingly, causing me to chuckle singly.

"Hi, thank you for coming. Please have a seat." Vanessa ushered her in, gesturing at the couch with a small smile plastered on her face. They both settled down opposite each other and Lily stood behind Vanessa. "Thank you, Ms. Vanessa. It's nice to meet you." "Likewise. So, tell me a bit about yourself and why you're interested in this babysitting position." She requested, her smile not faltering. "Sure. My name is Emily, and I'm a senior in high school. I don't have any formal babysitting experience, but I love kids and have often looked after my younger cousins. I'm really responsible and eager to learn." She explained, with utmost enthusiasm.