Nana Visitor Novels & Stories

It worked because as I made the suggestion, their beaming smiles returned to their faces. "Now that is settled," Mia said turning to the woman at the counter making cupcakes. She had not said a word since I walked in, but she offered a small smile every time I caught her gaze. "Emma, this is Chirs, the new nanny for the kids." she gestured to me. "Nice to meet you, Chris," she said with a shy smile. "I'm the head housekeeper and the house manager here. If you need anything, please feel free to let me know."

I could call Malachi, but it would seem unnecessary and a little gutsy, considering he was my to-be boss. "It's alright, I can walk from here." I handed the driver his money and got out of his car, watching it drive off before turning and walking to the gate. "Who are you?" "Nina Manalo, I'm here for Mr Malachi Kane." ★MALACHI★ "Daddy, daddy! Can I get more ketchup on my chips, please?" "Yes, piccolina." I grabbed the ketchup and squeezed more onto Lila’s plate. I honestly didn’t know what kids saw in ketchup and fries.

She also has long dark brown hair and a bold set of features that are striking, if not as conventionally beautiful as women I’m used to seeing in high society. She looks like she is uneasy and nervous, so it surprises me when she extends her hand to me and introduces herself. "Good evening, Mr. Whitlock. I'm Varisa Romero, and I'm here for the nanny interview. Though given our.ah.recent altercations, I wouldn't take any offense if you dismissed me right offhand. If you are unwilling to consider me for the position, I would rather not waste either of our time."

“Yes… and may I know who I’m speaking with, please?” The woman’s voice softened. “I’m a nurse from the hospital where your Nana passed. She made me promise to leave a message for you.” Isla snapped alert, sitting up straight. “What did Nana want to tell me?” “I’m afraid we’ll have to meet in person for this. I’m heading to work now, but I’ll text you the time and location.” Footsteps approached Isla’s room, and she knew she had to wrap up the call. “I’ll expect your text.”

I sighed. Great. She doesn't speak English. The old lady smiled. "Magadani said 'what do you want' " I gasped. "I want to know something about my son's nanny." I whispered. I felt like someone was watching me. The soothsayer , Magadani started her work. She was caressing the big orb glass ball on the table and was chanting some weird language. I just watched. Annoyed. I didn't have time for all this. I thought will give me my answers without all this. After a while; she spoke:

She’s not just Marco’s woman anymore—she’s the Luna, the mother of his heir. And Nana? Nana is exactly where Melissa wants her to be. In the dirt. The scent of roasted meat fills the hall, the chatter and laughter drowning out the quiet shuffling of feet in the background. Nana moves from table to table, collecting empty plates, her head bowed, her face carefully blank. She doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She doesn’t react, no matter how many times someone "accidentally" spills a drink in her direction or shoves a plate into her hands like she’s nothing but a servant.

The visit was going to be a disaster at best, and an absolute catastrophe at worst. “Come give Nana a kiss, you two,” Nana said as we entered the living room. She rose from the recliner and extended her arms to us. We hurried to do as we were told, capitalising on the good mood we’d found the often-critical woman in. That insults hadn’t greeted us at the door was testament enough to the goodwill she was willing to extend to us and neither of us dared throw it back in her face. “Tara, don’t you see your cousins? Nana asked, chiding the girl who smiled silently to herself at whatever image had flashed across her phone.

I felt something was amiss when I met the cold glare of my boss and Nana's nervous smiles Nana (Elsa Ace) is my friend while Zion Ace her grandson is my boss. You might be wondering how this happened. Well, this is it. Nana is an old woman I met a few years ago at a hospital. Our first encounter was not on good terms. She was rude to me and I kept my calm even though I was close to tears at the situation life threw at me at such a young age. We eventually became friends and along the line, she found out about my situation and helped me pay for my mom's surgery and hospital bills.

I demanded, directing it at him. Dad finally faced me, and his left eyebrow was raised in an inquisitive manner. “You keep bullying him despite how polite he is to you,” I accused. To my annoyance, Dad sighed and turned back to the table. We were seated together, having cake and telling each other stories. Nana was the lead storyteller, talking about the country she last visited, which was Japan, and about how beautiful her experience was. Nana was on a tour, sponsored by Aunt Ryan, Rosalie, and me. She has been traveling for five months now, and she is loving every bit of it.

She wasn't wrong. “Forgive me. It's because of me. But I promise to often visit you, whenever I can, with the whole family.” I giggled when I heard Benjamin speaking like my father. The first time mom and dad visited Nana was when I was about 4 years old. “I am actually here to get my documents. I have joined the DA's office there, in Toronto.” I replied to Nana, feeling more ashamed as she was expecting this from me. Mom and I were not really different.