Novel & Cerita Nana Visitor

“Excuse me, good evening ma’am, please, I’m looking for Nana, she didn’t come to school today and I’m worried about her. Do you know where she is?” “Oh, Nana, such a sweet child. Her parents finally came for her yesterday. I heard her sick brother has now recovered. They went back to Philadelphia this morning, with her grandma of course. Oh, I wonder when I will see her again.” “Went back to Philadelphia?” Xavier couldn’t believe what he heard. “Yes, dear. Actually, this is the first time a boy is visiting her. What is your relationship with her, dear?” the woman smiled. Xavier knew she was about being nosy and so smiled and said, “she is my classmate. Thank you for the info ma’am, I really

I cringed and backed off my ears from her mouth as a wave of disgust rushed down my spine. "Like who?" I whispered back, gritting my teeth and hoping she wasn't talking about the girl beside the visitor. Could it be that those smiles all this time were because I stared at the girl longer? "That girl there is a Beta daughter. Her name is Nana. She..." "I am done listening to you! I hate the girl." I snapped, pulling my ears far away, and that made her sigh before walking back to her chair in disappointment, which was what I badly wanted.

She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny," Ivailo didn't move a muscle. He just stared at her like he was seeing dirt. His rigid face was expressionless. Ollie tried to maintain her smile. Perspiration slid down her cheek. She gripped her bag on her side to keep herself calm. She couldn't blow this. This was her client. All she needed to do was be amicable. "I'm an associate of the Werewolf-Human Integrating Program, you must have heard about it right?"

She said in a shaking voice. “Hi, where's Ana?” I asked her as headed inside, Putin my coat on the coat rack as I started to take off my shoes. “She's watching TV ma'am.” She said behind me. “Ma'am, you have a visitor.” She continued. I furrowed my brow at her statement, what did she mean by a visitor, I have nobody except Ana and she, the nanny who comes over occasionally. “Who is it?” I said with concern.

He stops when he sees me with Venus in the bathtub. He watches us with wide eyes for a few seconds before his lips curl into a smirk. “Am I interrupting something?” “No,” I say sharply as I pull myself away from Venus. “What is it?” Thank fuck, Nile stepped in or else Asgard would have pushed me to mark Venus. My General’s face hardens as he says. “Nana wants to talk to you.” My jaw tightens. This can’t be good. Nana is my royal advisor and the only woman who can order me around.

Stephanie's POV: Turning to face the person, I smiled warmly. "Good afternoon, Nana," I greeted, wrapping her in a hug. She patted my back affectionately. Nana had always been a constant in my life, one of the few people who genuinely cared about me. She was Claire's nanny, but over the years, she had become like a mother figure to me after I moved in with the Mikaelson family ten years ago. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with surprise. I took the shopping bags she was carrying. It appeared she had just returned from the market.

Rose smiled and Sylvia released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Nice to meet you" Sylvia smiled back. "Okay, so who is she? Is she your girlfriend!" Rose faced Damien with furrowed brows and Sylvia waited anxiously for his answer. "Err.. she is.." Damien stuttered not knowing what to say. "It seems so" Kathy spoke up and Sylvia and Damien faced her. "What?" She shrugged. "Don't mind her, I am their nanny" Sylvia said. "What! A nanny, how many days have you been here?" Rose asked.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Nana stood at the gate and looked at the packhouse and the hall and the accommodation buildings and the grounds. Everything she had come to with one bag from a medical facility in a distant territory where she had been medicated for two years for something that was not an illness. She looked at it for a long moment. Then she looked at me. "Thank you for knocking on my door," she said. "Thank you for opening it," I said. She got in the car. Drove through the gate. I watched until she was gone. Then I stood at the gate alone for a moment.

There was a special corner where visitors could write cards and hang them on a wire wishing tree. The waiter came over with a professional smile. "For two? Couple set?" "Sweetheart Latte, Promise Cake, Couple Special. Which one do you choose?" Nina almost wanted to reject the message. Without a game goal, visiting a place like this felt embarrassing. Nina opened her mouth to refuse, but Arthur went ahead. "Black coffee for me. Tea for her." Nina stared at Arthur. He didn't even ask. Arthur was right. Nina always drank tea.