Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

“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.

they chorused, Eloise barely looking up from her book. “Toast again, Dexter?” I teased, ruffling his hair. He grinned, his chocolate moustache giving him away. “It’s the best, Mummy.” I chuckled and went to Nana. "Good morning, Nana." "Good morning, dear." "Isn't it too early to prepare them for school. They are usually still asleep by this time." Nana chuckled, "it's 7.30, darling," I gasped, turning my head towards the wall clock to confirm. It really is 7.30.

Laura watched TV and Cassandra taught Lorenzo how to read in Braille. She just watched while watching some ballet videos on YouTube. The nanny smiled at the memories of her past. "Do you like swan lake? I confess I only watched it once." Aria almost got out of the chair when she heard the voice. She put her hand on her chest to see that it was Alissa. "You are very silent. It almost killed me from the heart." Alissa laughed as she took the lollipop out of her mouth. "Forgive me for that." Aria laughed.

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

I decide to text my parents. Golden: Dad, can you please bring me something to eat? - Goldie Dad: What do you want? Golden: Burger king Dad: Okay Golden: Thank you I get up and head to my bathroom; I need to shower and then deal with my thoughts. I’m going to light a nice scented candle, apply a good soothing mask and put on some good music. I guess my self-care Sunday is starting early. As soon as the food arrives I will be set. It’s a vibe.

Fyn wondered what Kavan meant when he said, 'This mortal. One by one, the Nǣps emerged from their holes in the ground. Like how it did when they jumped down, the ground seemed to close once they were up in the air. A Nǣp who seemed taller and bigger than the rest approached Fyn slowly, its eyes downcast to the ginkgo fruit. "This... ginkgo, this is the first time we have seen them. This is the first time we foraged this side of the forest. Be honest, mortal. Is our youngling going to die?" Kavan surprised all of them by kneeling just in front of the Nǣp, "I have told you, there is nothing in this forest that is harmful. There must have been a mistake somehow."

"Punctuality is a basic requirement under this roof, Vivian." "Your security team took three extra minutes to dismantle my logistics delivery," Vivian replied, her voice smooth, low, and laced with absolute venom. She crossed the room, her high heels making sharp, deliberate impacts against the floorboards until she stood directly on the opposite side of his desk. "If you want me on time, tell Fuhad to stop treating a box of pens like an explosive device."

The next three days slipped by like a shadow, each day slipping into a routine that felt suspiciously comfortable. Amy got up at six-thirty, fixed Theo’s bottle, and spent those early, golden hours with him in the nursery. He was gradually beginning to know her voice. Whenever she walked in, he’d whip his head around, squealing like she was the best thing he’d seen all day. She sang silly songs while she changed him, doodled quick cartoons on her tablet when they played on the floor, and caught herself smiling more than she had in months. The money was already starting to make an impact on her life, too.

"Nana says I have to take a bath and go to bed but I want to wait for you and she's no fun at bath time. She doesn't do the voices right in my stories and she uses the wrong bubbles and—" "The wrong bubbles?" I'm already in the elevator, heading down to the parking garage. "What's wrong with Nana's bubbles?" "They're not sparkly enough," she says, as if this should be obvious. "And she won't let me use the whole bottle to make a bubble mountain." "How unreasonable of her," I say, trying to keep my voice serious. "Not wanting you to flood the bathroom again." "That was one time!" Arielle protests. "And it was Felipe's fault!"

The sun bathed the backyard in a soft warmth, casting a golden hue over the vibrant garden roses and swaying trees. Thirty minutes after meeting five-year-old Chris, who kept looking at me as if I’d broken a favorite toy of his, I suggested we go out to the backyard to get some sun and fresh air. Silvia hadn’t been kidding when she said he had a difficult temperament. From the moment she introduced me to him as his nanny, he’d started throwing tantrums and refused to listen to reason.