Babysitting Stories Novels & Stories

Surely, he had very less experience to deal with stubborn kids. "He is right, Chase. We can't talk in front of you. Please go with Granny. She will help you to go to bed and she will also tell you many good stories." I tried lure him. "Stories?" His expressions changed. I know how much he loved to hear stories. "Yes, my little munchkin. Come here, I'll tell you new stories."My Mom volunteered to take him to his room in the place of Camilla who must be present in the awaiting conversation.

"Now, what are you doing out here instead of getting ready for bed?" Saben crossed his arms. "Grandma Teresa said I had to sleep early, but Aunt Penelope is telling funny stories. And I don't wanna miss them." Sabrina arched a brow. "Funny stories?" Saben nodded eagerly. "She said she has lots of embarrassing stories about you, Mommy!" She smiled at him, a slow grin. "Oh, this I have to hear." Sabrina groaned. "I should have banned Penelope from talking." Benedict chuckled and scooped Saben up in his arms. "Come on, let's go hear what Aunt Penelope has to say."

The children's giggles filled the air as they made silly faces at each other making their parents smile at their cute antics as well. Afterward, they gathered around the children's crib for storytelling. Adyant settled onto the bed beside Veda, their shoulders touching but neither of them pulled away. The twins snuggled up against each other, eyes shining with excitement. "Tell us about the magical kingdom, Papa!" Vedansh exclaimed. Adyant's deep voice wove a tale of a brave king, fire-breathing dragons, and enchanted forests. Veda listened, captivated by the way he focused so seriously while telling the fantasy story to their babies.

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.

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

I asked the babysitter I called to watch Charlotte the moment I got home. She smiled sweetly at me. A young girl of about thirteen, fourteen, or perhaps even fifteen. She looked older than her age, perhaps due to all the work she had to do to put some food on the table. "She's asleep. Told her a bedtime story about the Princess and the Frog, and she fell asleep within a few minutes." she whispered like even the smallest sound would wake my baby up. "She said something about a bake at her school tomorrow, though..." Her voice trailed off as I yawned. I didn't know if I should apologize or not.

He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

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.

"What are you still doing here? What the hell happened here!? What have you done!?" The older lady stands up, crying still, but she manages to grit out the whole story. She was watching Sammy—she's his babysitter, I learn—and he ran into the pool, for some reason. She doesn't know how to swim, so she ran in screaming for help. I was conveniently there when it happened, so I ended up saving the boy instead.

Ember's POV I pulled the duvet up, tucking the kids in properly as I turned off the light and made to leave but Bella suddenly grabbed my little finger stopping me. "Mommy," she called. "What is it, baby?" I asked, settling back on her bed. "I don't think I'll fall asleep anytime soon. Can you read me a story?" She asked. "Stop acting like a baby Bella. Bed night stories are for babies and not soldiers," Atlas said, making me chuckle.