Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

’’ I called back. Nana is a small lady, a bit smaller than Abby, at 5'2’. She has brunette hair with the brightest green eyes. She is what you would call innocently pretty. ‘’Good morning, my lady.’’ She greeted me with a grin. Did I forget to mention that she was a cherry, bubbly woman? ‘’Good morning, Nana,’’ I replied. She wheeled in a cart. ‘’Do you need help with that?’’ I called.

Elana. “Nana, is everything okay?” I asked my grandmother. We were in the mansion's garden, which was our favorite spot. Grandfather and Armon were taking a walk around the garden. Nana had the chefs prepare a lovely meal so we could enjoy the afternoon sun. Selanene spent most of her time in the grass, playing with butterflies and the grass itself. I didn’t bring her toys down because I didn’t want her to throw them outside. “Why yes darling everything is perfect,” she dabbed her mouth after chewing her meal. Perfect she says…

Oliver said Daddy only nodded his head and played the movie. As we watched underwater I cuddled with Ace as my legs were on Wyatt's lap We watched 9 movies before it turned midnight and Daddy chased us all to bed. Oliver woke me up at 8 am and told me to get ready. It took some time since everything was still sore and I moved slowly but once I was done taking a shower I got dressed. I wore tight jeans, a black T-shirt, and one of Zander's favorite hoodies

Saraphina said, “I promised that I will always make you happy,” Steve said, and he carried Saraphina and put her on the bed and he undressed her gently, he held her boobs and he sulks it and Saraphina said, “sweetheart, let me show you my sex skills” and she started with raw romance, and it ended up on marathon sex, and Steve says, “This Is our time” and If the children come back from school, you will have all your time in taking care of them”

“I’m sorry for that.” “Let’s talk about something else. I’m bakings sweets and we should talk about sweet and happy things.” Nana wore leather gloves. She pulled out the socket of the oven and pulled the chocolate cake from the inside. She let it stay inside the can and served it in the middle of her table. Then she grabbed two plates for both of us, a bread knife, and a spoon. “It would take a lot of time if you’ll wait for me to put chocolate around it.” She placed a slice of the cake on my plate and smiled with her uncomplete set of teeth.

The moment when the technique stopped being an instruction and started being a sensation. When it happened Nana went very still. Then she breathed out slowly. "The noise," she said. "Yes," Adaeze said. "It is quieter," she said. "Yes," Adaeze said. "That is what the shielding does." Nana looked at her hands. "Two years," she said quietly. "Two years of that noise and it takes twenty minutes." "It takes the right twenty minutes," Adaeze said. "With the right person. You could not have done this alone."

It's working overtime to cloak a body that, since I turned about fifteen, had people describing it with words like 'curvaceous' or 'voluptuous'-words that would never land a gig as a structured, upper-class English nanny. As soon as I walk into the large, modernist Lamington Global Media House, frustration greets me as I have to stop every ten seconds to explain to some receptionist, some security guard, or some secretary where I'm going. A fortress of glass, steel, and high-gloss marble. "Hello, I have come for an interview for the position of nanny." "Hello, I am here for an interview." "Good morning, I am here for an interview." I sound like a broken record.

"But fine, for you, I'd have settled for the crazy cat lady lifestyle." "Multiple husbands? Really, Zara?" I raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? I like variety. Is that so wrong?" Zara shot back, grinning. Nana shook her head and muttered something about "young people these days." I looked at her, perched quietly in her wheelchair by the window. Beyond her, a tranquil lake mirrored the azure sky, its surface punctuated by the vivid greens of surrounding foliage. Nana was framed by nature's canvas as if she was a subject in a classic painting – beautiful, timeless, and regal.

I spent over ten years in school yet nothing has prepared me for this. “Quinn is my only granddaughter,” Nana starts. Wait. Quinn has two female cousins. “Well, the only one who’s dating a man I tolerate. I more than tolerate you.” She winks and reaches into the little sequined purse she’s carrying. “Which is why I want you to have this.” I blink, staring at the ring in Nana’s fingers. “It was mine,” she says softly. “It’s nothing fancy, and the ring won’t fit Quinn. But I want you to have it, take the diamonds and make it into something Quinn would like.”