Fancy Nancy Novels & Stories

A dead end. Nancy appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a sheer lace robe that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. She walked toward him, her movements feline and calculated. For months, Nancy had been his anchor—or rather, his distraction. She was easy, she was eager, and she asked for nothing but his time and his money. She slid her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back. "Forget her, Michael. She’s gone. She probably doesn't even remember your name. Why waste your energy on a ghost when you have a goddess right here?"

Stunned, Bethany chanced a glance at Nancy and remained silent. An excited squeak escaped Nancy's lips. "A-Are you Linden Lane?" "Yeah, I am." "Oh my god!! I can't believe my eyes—my favorite celebrity is standing right before me! Mom, can you pinch me so I know this isn't a dream? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Slightly frustrated, Bethany chided, "Nancy, stop it. Weren't you praising Mr. Barrett for his looks earlier?" "But Linden is on another level!" Nancy squealed. Staring at him with starstruck eyes, she asked, "Mr. Lane, can I take a photo with you?"

Tyler made a point of having Celeste sit right next to me. No sooner had we sat down than Celeste grabbed a drumstick, took a bite, and then flung it away. The drumstick came flying over and smacked right into my white puffer jacket. A huge grease stain instantly bloomed across the fabric. Celeste laughed, slapping the table. "Aunt Arlene is a dirty pig!" Tyler half-heartedly pulled two tissues from the dispenser and handed them to me. "Oh, Celeste, you're such a little troublemaker. Arlene, you got that jacket from a thrift store right? Don't worry. I'll give you a couple of my jackets from last season that I don't wear anymore."

**Nancy's POV** "Miss, you get freshed. I will prepare something to eat," a lady in her late forties greets me. I nod my head. Actually, I am hungry. I hadn't had anything for myself at work today. It was all disturbing. I walk to a new room which his assistant has showed me. It is a large room, everything painted in purple. Like it is the room of some ancient royals and elites. There are all of the furnitures and all the stuffs required for me.

"But whenever I look into his eyes, it seems to me like I have met him before but that's impossible because I never forget any face." "How do you mean?" "I mean, when I really looked at him besides seeing us having hot sex, I see this blurry vision of a princess and two boys." I said standing up to my feet, walking forward with my back facing her. "One is called Khan and the girl is a princess, Aishwarya is her name. And the second boy, the princess named him Rohan. I feel like I know Khan and I feel like I know Rohan. Does that make any sense to you mum?" I asked turning to face her only to see her eyes were wide like a socket.

Nancy smiled and nodded to him, "You should go quickly." When he thought of her neat and tidy actions towards Hilda, Housekeeper felt relieved in his heart and did not disturb Alex and the others upstairs. He listened to Nancy and went to the kitchen to make coffee. "Who are you?" Fifi looked at Nancy but did not recognize her. Even Rick could not recognize Jessie, let alone her. Nancy faced her arrogant gaze. She smiled faintly, "Alex's niece? You are the infamous unruly Miss Fifi? It was better to see than hear. Miss Fifi, you have really opened my eyes."

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

Both the siblings looked at her surprisingly as she performed an aarti by rotating the tray round and round around her and threw some handful flowers on her. The siblings laughed at her “Freya, are you alright? What is wrong with you? And what’s all this?” Nancy asked while entering inside the house. Nancy hugged Freya tightly. "Freya! I missed you!" Freya broke the hug and teased her, "Really! You missed me so much in just one day? Hmm, it seems Mark didn't take good care of our Nancy, right, Kevin?" "No, Freya. He's very nice. He took care of me so well. See, he even gifted me this sari," Nancy said in her chirpy voice. They couldn't help but laugh at her innocence.

There were multiple flower mazes and trimmed flowers everywhere. They had a special team ready to welcome us when we arrived. A group of people took care of our bags while a blonde with her hair in the neatest bun I had ever seen walked up to us with a smile glued on her face, "hello and welcome, I'm Nancy and I'll direct you through the house." She said with a wide grin. Bianca was awake now but her eyes were heavy and she seemed disconnected from her environment. Nancy was tall with the most defined face I'd ever seen. She was the standard of beauty. I felt jealousy ping at the edge of my chest and a huge part of me hoped that she didn't live here.

Nancy said. Ludo thought otherwise but didn’t want to argue with Nancy. She was having a good time talking to her. At least she didn’t feel lonely. She knew a lot of things about Nancy she never knew. Nancy was a free spirited girl from the slums who didn’t tolerate nonsense but her weakness was that she fell for bad guys who either cheated on her or ended up verbally or physically abusing her. All in all, she was strong willed and never gave up on love or life.