Babysitters Club Novels Novels & Stories

’ [After reading chapter 27 in this book, you have to unlock chapter 21 of that book because chapters are a bit longer in that book] * This is the longest novel that I have ever written. I still can’t believe that I have come this far. Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) [Upcoming by the end of October 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

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"I know, love. But right now, Bonnie isn't safe. My father is after her, that is why I left her with Myles, so that I can focus on you and Ari." She pouted her lips before she sighed and nodded. "I understand." She then followed me to my study and just sat on one chair while I went through some of the files that were sent. I had a full record of everything about the girls, but I only cared for their ages. Janna- 19 Joan- 18 Anastasia- 18 Zoey- 18 Alicia- 19 Isla- 18 Rita- 18

My daily schedule is babysitting a FUCKING bear, which sucks. "Yeah, I'll get back to you right away." I smiled and looked around. Secure! 💰💰💰💰💰💰

It was almost embarrassing how easily my network was outmaneuvering them. Clara had deployed Donovan Cross and whatever off-the-books resources he could quietly mobilize, and for the last four days I had watched them tear through Los Angeles chasing ghosts while desperately keeping the entire operation buried beneath the surface. There had been no police statements, no media leaks, no amber alerts, and no public acknowledgment that a child had even disappeared. Clara Everett clearly intended to keep the boy’s existence hidden from the world for as long as possible, and that secrecy was working entirely in my favor because it limited how aggressively they could move without exposing the very

“That’s a lot of favourites.” Madine stabbed at her pancakes, she had no appetite. She watched Pearl chatter away, answering every question Eric threw at he, favourite toy, favourite bedtime story, even what she wanted to be when she grew up. (“A princess doctor,” Pearl declared solemnly. “Because princesses get to wear crowns, but doctors help people.”) Eric really listened, his attention never straying. Every laugh he gave seemed genuine, every expression softened at Pearl’s words. And Madine’s heart ached.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

But the taste of that virgin had left me completely wired, obsessive, with a violent need to keep her close. The exact same second I left the club on Saturday, I used my underworld contacts to find out exactly who the girl behind the little bird alias was. I spoke directly to the man responsible for screening the house girls. It didn't take ten minutes for her real file to be in my hand: Brianna Hayes. A desperate young woman, drowning in hospital debts because of her sick brother. When I asked the club man what she did for a living on the outside, he explained to me that she was looking for any domestic work. She did cleanings, dusted, cooked, whatever came up.

His sister was among the women too apparently and I wondered fleetingly since when the SEALs became babysitters. Dana Sue had got herself together and was putting her fancy East Coast schooling bullshit to good use, playing hostess. Of course she was drooling over the baby, which reminded me of what she'd done immediately after I fucked her just now. Her ass better not be sick like that every morning or I'd lose my shit for sure.