Nana Visitor Novels & Stories

A middle-aged woman appeared from the kitchen with a pitcher of orange juice in her hand. "Thank you, Nana!" Reule said. "You are always welcome, Rolito!" Nana replied. When she turned, she smiled and said, "Oh, there she is! You are finally awake. How are you feeling?" I smiled back and said, "I am feeling good now. Thank you!" Reule was looking at me with that stormy gray eyes of him that always made me feel uneasy. "Wren, I would like you to meet Nana Lolita. She was my nanny, and until now, she is still with me. Nana, this is Wren," Reule said.

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.

“Good evening, Nana.” She turned, wiping her hands on her apron. Nana wasn’t tall, but she took up space with her broad shoulders, sharp eyes that had seen too much. She’s a retired rogue wolf. Unofficially, she’d claimed me years ago as her daughter. She looked at me for a long beat, the kind of look that peeled back every layer I tried to hide. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” I opened my mouth to say nothing, like always. But the words stuck. My eyes burned. Next thing I knew, hot tears were spilling down my cheeks. I tried to swipe them away, but more came.

“Dominic was an asshole, and I was an asshole for listening to him, but time has passed. We’ve changed. Him especially.” I didn’t say anything. Only nodded slowly. “Dominic misses you. And Nana too, especially since she’s been in poor health lately. She’s hoping you can visit her sometime.” I did miss Nana. “I will visit her. Thanks for telling me.” Aiden nodded in acceptance. Rachel hurried down the stairs with her bags and the three of us left Rachel’s store. She locked up and after saying goodbye to each other, we went out separate places, Aiden and Rachel in Aiden’s car and me walking.

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.