Babysitters Movies Novels & Stories

Yeah I know, I already watched movies to last me a lifetime but I still watch them. I make myself comfortable and take the chocolates in my hand and press play. Twenty five minutes later into the movies the door opens with so much force making me jump in my seat. A furious Bianca comes in looking deadly. I pause the movie and sit straight. "You." She moves infront of me so fast. I wonder how a pregnant woman can move so fast and my eyes wonder down. Her tummy looks flat and I raise my an eyebrow. Bianca follows my line of sight to her tummy and I see a pained expression. "You." She spits venomously while pointing a finger at me.

Something wasn’t right. Outside, the shadowed figure remained hidden, their eyes locked on her window. Every move she made, every light flickering on and off—it was all under surveillance. A phone buzzed softly in their pocket. The message was brief but clear,very precise: “Report everything. No mistakes.” A cold smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips before they melted back into the darkness. Lena’s alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, yanking her from a restless sleep. She groaned, dragging herself upright. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was already racing. She had too many questions—and even fewer answers.

It was either I watched them while cooking, which was almost impossible, or I left them with this Eve girl. None of them were nice, but the latter seemed better, though I didn’t want to leave my sons with a stranger, no matter how good a girl Dante said she was. It didn’t matter that we were going to be under the same roof; it was still a stranger. I had never left them with someone I didn’t know. The babysitter I always left my sons with back when we were in France was a sweet high schooler who I knew quite well. But I guess there was a first time for everything.

The woman sat opposite me and wrote a few things down on the paper in front of her. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of odd that they decided to hire a babysitter in such a crude manner. I would have guessed that they would have employed their resources to find the best of the best babysitter in the rich world. “Miss Sands.” She threw me a short smile. “Have you ever babysat before?” “No. I have never done it before.” Not even as a teenager. “Are you a University graduate?” I nodded affirmatively. “Is this your first job application?”

“He’s so sweet.” Yeah, the cat being close with a little kid is probably the most rewarding part of Barry. As we watch the movie, I feel my eyes getting heavy. With the baby, sleep has been difficult. I try not to alert the girls to the exhaustion. But when I suddenly jerk awake, I can tell something has gone wrong. The movie is finishing up, and the girls are still grasping every word. I feel something wet, however, moving from under me.

I made my way in there, may smile fading when I saw the person playing with her. "Damien?" I said slowly, feeling my eyes darken. He was throwing her in the air and catching her but stopped immediately when he heard my voice. He placed Gia on his hip and pointed at me, "Look, GG, big sister is here!" Gia turned to look at me and grinned, jumping of Damien with no hesitation. She sprinted to me and fell into my arms. "Hey, hun! Where's your babysitter?" I asked her. I had left her with one of my fairies. I had hired three of them, especially for her. None of them were to ever leave her side.

Lisa exclaimed as she entered the living room with Crystal in her arms. "What's wrong, Aunt?" Stephanie queried, concern etched on her face. "Can one of you babysit Crystal until I get back, please?" Lisa's gaze shifted between us, pleadingly. "I would love to babysit her." I volunteered, accepting the request without hesitation; I absolutely adore toddlers. Lisa sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Bella. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for this, but I'm very grateful." She expressed her gratitude as she gently handed Crystal to me.

Both mine and Olli, but Oliver acts like such a stuck-up bitch that doesn't need a sitter, he acts as if he's a million years old instead of being in his twenties, I don't know what climbed up his ass, but it sure as hell didn't come back down. "Yes, monkey, you're the one climbing up the tree, not me," she yells again. "Right, you're the one barking at it," I say in a low voice hoping she won't hear me, but she did, Luna was a great babysitter, she loves kids, but once you pass the ten years old mark, she turns into the worst bitch you've ever met, and I'm dead.

Dr. Harris raised his hands, trying to calm the mother. “Please, calm down, ma’am,” his tone was firm. “There is no reason to believe that this young woman acted with any ill intentions. In fact, thanks to her, your daughter is receiving timely medical attention.” But the mother wasn’t willing to listen. Her eyes, filled with fury, locked onto mine, and I felt the ground disappear beneath my feet. The terror of being accused of something I didn’t do became overwhelming.

The sun was shining brightly as Mama Hazel and Theo made their way to the pediatrician's office. Theo, a curious and energetic young boy, was excited to see the doctor and learn more about his health. Mama Hazel, a loving and attentive mother, held Theo's hand as they entered the waiting room filled with colorful toys and books. After a short wait, they were called into the examination room where they were greeted by Dr. Lopez, a kind and gentle pediatrician. Dr. Lopez smiled warmly at Theo and Mama Hazel, making them feel at ease.