Jessie Nanny Novels & Stories

“I really have nowhere to go,” Jessie timidly uttered. “My father despised me, so they sold me to a family to be a house servant, but I don't want to go back there...” Jessie was ashamed to ask so much from the stranger lady that saved him just, but he gathered all his courage and looked at Nyll with his sad eyes and face. “I don't know how to help you, honestly,” Nyll was distressed to see Jessie feeling so helpless. But she already had a heavy desire to help him. She wanted to return every good deed because she had always had help in many ways.

Despite being only six years old, he drove away every nanny his father hired within two days; none could withstand his behavior. Since the unexpected death of his wife, Eduard had dedicated himself to his company and his young son, being a devoted father. However, he didn't have all the time in the world to be with his son. He managed to hire a new nanny, but like the others, she had been defeated by Jhin. "Get out of here! I don't want you; I want my mommy!" young Jhin crossed his arms. "But you have to eat, little one, or you'll get sick," Teresa, the new nanny, insisted.

Jessica gave her a small fake smile. "I'm aware of this already, Grandma. Don't worry. I'm gonna work for the dangerous red bull Aka Mr. Arrogant Monkey. So it's obvious that my day will be tough." Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I'm Jessie. I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm capable of handling this type of matter." Jessica said with style flipping her high ponytail that was on her shoulder. "It's not new to me. I'm used to this situation. Because my life was never easy." Jessica said and Grandma smiled at her.

with her god-level exaggeration, Fanny pinched Nayla’s cheek with excitement, then hugged her. “Ih, Fanny is dirty. That’s Nayla who just woke up, still smells,” Jessy pulled Fanny from Nayla’s arms. “Indiscriminate, where is I smell,” Nayla glared while tossing her long hair to the side. “Yeah, uh, Jessy. Nayla is beautiful, and beautiful people must smell good. I guess Jessy,” Fanny even defended Nayla. Jessy stared, “What? Why am I the one being bullied?”

The child squirmed in her arms, letting out a small whimper. Jessica’s steps faltered when her gaze landed on me. Her smile froze, then wavered. I saw it—panic flashing across her eyes before she masked it with another forced smile. “A-Avery…” Jessica’s voice was light, but too high, too strained. “What are you doing here?” I lifted my chin. “I’m here as the nanny.” Her fingers tightened around the baby, though she tried to laugh it off. “Nanny? Damon, darling, surely you can’t mean—”

Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like. "OMG." Jessa was quick to pull out a cigarette from her jacket pocket. "You are not supposed to be taking that, you are bringing your nanny into serious trouble." "You are making me take this." "I didn't keep that in your pocket." "And that's why I left Rosa outside, the only person who can spill should be...." Jessamine stood up from where she sat, walking backwards to where Charvie was seated, her eyes fixed on Frost, Charvie's bodyguard who gave her a cold look. "Your guard." She said letting the smoke out of her lips.

Then, with a small awkward bow: “I’m Jessa.” Her voice was light, almost musical despite the starkness of the hall. She was about my age - maybe a year older - nineteen. She had soft brown hair tied back with a fraying ribbon, clothes worn but clean, and sturdy work shoes that looked like they’d survived years of labour. There was something tired in her eyes… …but something hopeful, too. “I’m supposed to help you today,” she continued, shifting the basket in her hands. “Show you the quarters, the hall, and… um… anything else you need.”

And paused at the door, as I watched them interact. “Keren. Stop acting so spoiled! I’m your Nanny, not your friend.” “You are not my Nanny!” The latter replied, defensively with her hands crossed across her chest. Ever since she’d woken up, she’d been easily irritated and wouldn’t take a no for an answer. “Well, Hello, I am. Your Dad hired me.” Her expression changed at the mention of him. “He’s not here to say anything.” “He isn’t. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am your new Nanny.”

“This is the only piece of clean information she gave us. We need a nanny for Tifania. A live-in one. Urgently. I snorted, leaning back against the sleek marble countertop of the kitchen. "A live-in nanny? You want to bring some stranger into the Sky Tower? Jule, we have enough secrets tucked away in the Blackwell Vault as it is. We barely tolerate Amanda Quispe knowing the password to the wine cellar. A live-in nanny is a security threat, a walking liability, and probably an endless distraction.

"I'm sorry, they're usually mild mannered." Jessie brushes it off as she starts to get emotional. She hugs the other woman and tears fill my eyes. "Come in, she's been emotional. I'll fill you in once she calms down," I say quietly and let Jessie and the other woman sit in our big chair. "I'm Elliott, Jessie's wife." "I'm Jennifer and my wife Kelly, Kelly worked with Jessie during her residency," Jennifer says with a light smile, shaking my hand. "Hey, kids. What do you say we move the movie to the children's playroom and the adults can talk," I ask with a smile and they all cheer.