Imagine Babysitter Novels & Stories

I know I need to deal with all of them, but before that, there’s someone else I need to confront. I barely have to look around before I spot her standing on the steps of the porch, surrounded by a group of kids in animal onesies. Lizzy is the worst babysitter in the world. I mean, I’ve seen her literally feeding kids ice cream and chocolate like they’re three-course meals. It’s because of her that Hazel has a butterscotch addiction. And now she’s standing there, with that stupid grin on her face like she’s done nothing wrong.

She leaned back on the couch and shut her eyes. Alex, who was still confused by how the conversation went, turned to look at Adepe with a questioning expression on his face. "Why me? I do not like that smile she gave me. Also, I don't want to babysit her." He whispered, so Adepe could only read his lips. How can he babysit a nineteen-year-old? Why can't someone else do it? Honestly, he only likes to work for his alpha, no one else. Adepe ignored him and opened the laptop on his table. He piled up the papers and neatly placed them near the laptop.

“What can I help you with?” “I need you to hurt their son.” “Ian! Why? He is so innocent-” Emma interrupted her. “Your son or their son? It’s your choice.” “How am I supposed to hurt him?” The babysitter asked. “It’s up to you. I don’t know, let him drawn in the swimming pool or give him something bad to eat.” “Ian is allergic to peanuts.” She remembered. “See how smart you are! Give him as much as you can.”

Slowly, her chest grew heavy as she remembered what her boss said earlier. “Secretary-slash-babysitter.” She wasn’t sure if he was joking, but the thought scared her. What if he really planned to treat her like a servant, giving her orders like a nanny? She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. If only she wasn’t so desperate, if only she didn’t need this job, she would have never accepted it. She would rather wash dishes at a small eatery than babysit an arrogant man who acted like a king. But what could she do? She couldn’t afford to be picky.

They didn’t tell me exactly why they wanted to see me, just that I should present myself at the administration office. As I crossed the pediatric hallway, something unexpected happened. I stumbled upon a little blonde girl with green eyes; her face was pale, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. I reacted instinctively and grabbed her arms before she could fall to the ground.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

the agent explained, and a form was given to Lena, and when she sighted a babysitter, she quickly ticked and marked the babysitter, and she submitted the form, and after a while, she was Interviewed, and she was giving the address of the suspected billionaire's house, Lena was very happy that she was recommended for a babysitter job and she said between herself, “If I'm lucky to get this job as a babysitter, I will be very happy, though to take care of kids It's not easy, but It's better, but I can be able to safe enough money, and I will be free from the house rent, and free food Is certain” she said within herself, and she headed to the address,

Baxter informed the group of the changes while rolling up the map which sat in front of him, his comment causing a smirk to fill Browns lips. “Oh, I’m that lady’s babysitter am I, ooo I know ways to keep her safe.” Brown commented sucking his teeth a little thinking of such an event, but for Baxter, this allowed anger to consume his being, in a swift moment, he’d gotten up from his chair and grabbed Brown by the throat.

“Don, I’m busy. Don’t start with this. I can’t be babysitting hypothetical kids.” He chuckled, standing. “Alright, brat, I’ll leave you to your paperwork. Don’t let me catch you slacking.” I watched him go, still laughing to myself. And then… for a second, I imagined it. Two little kids. Twins. Loud, messy, stubborn little things with my face. My hair, maybe my stubborn jaw. I smiled a little. Just imagining it made me feel… weirdly warm. Not that I’d ever admit it. Not to anyone.

“Hello?” Ms. Monroe’s voice came through cold and sharp, with a dangerous calm that prickled against my nerves. “Are you seriously trying to kidnap our children?” I exhaled slowly, trying to hold my temper in check. “It’s not kidnapping. I’m babysitting. And frankly, this place doesn’t even qualify as a school,” I said, scanning the dismal classroom with disapproval.