Nana Visitor Young Novels & Stories

ARIA’S POV: “Make sure you do not speak a word of anything you’ve seen here to Elle,” Nana warned strongly. She did not let me speak. Quite frankly, I had nothing to say as I did not fully understand what I was looking at. “Common now, let’s go,” she led me out of her room and I quietly followed. I felt weak in my joints. “Nana, you’re never late for meals,” Elle’s voice had a lining of worry around it.

But Nana never gave up; she was always around Emily, trying her best to talk with her. Hey, I am just trying to be a friend, okay? You can just talk to me anytime. My name is Nana Anderson, and I am eight years old. Little Nana whispered to Emily that she was lying on one of the benches in their hall room. Hey, stay away from her. She is a freak, which is why they separated her from us. One of the girls said yes as they all yelled yes. Look at her; she just took out 90 percent of us in a space of 12 hours.

Nana asked as she pointed. “Yes Nana, good sight and memory,” Amelia praised as she also stared out at Nancy. She had recognised Nancy from a photo that king Zee's mother showed her yesterday of her and her late best friend and she also told Nana of Nancy's tantrums to get King Zee. Nancy was headed for the guest house where Mira was kept. “What is she doing here? I thought she was banned from stepping foot here?” Nana asked. “Beta Sam said she had rescued some girl who lost her memory and brought her here, so she came to visit the girl in the guest house.” Amelia said. “Hmm” Nana said, she did not trust it and she did not keep how she felt from Amelia.

But hearing those sounds stirred something painful inside me a deep sadness. At twenty-eight years old, I had never experienced intimacy with a man. I was still a virgin. I knew nothing about that world. And every time I heard Ana's soft moans and the desperate way Henry held her, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it felt like. Based on Ana's reaction, it seemed like a feeling powerful enough to make someone forget all their worries, even if only for a moment.

“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.

Lady Acker, who was next to them, hurriedly said, “Keith, Charlie has just arrived. Let's talk about these matters slowly in the future!” After that, Lady Acker did not wait for Lord Acker to reply and hurriedly asked, “Charlie, since you have already recognized Nana, why not bring her along with you? I really like her!” Charlie said, “Nana is still in the United States for a concert tour. She should be back in a few days. I will bring her to meet you and Grandpa then.”

My voice was edged with fear and I didn’t know what to do if something bad would happen to her. I didn’t know why but my heart throbbed faster and louder while waiting for Nana’s response. I was certainly worried about Drey’s condition and how I wished that I could switch places with her. I guessed I could accept my fate of drowning if I would be able to save her. Nana Graciella was already in her mid-forties and was a licensed nurse. She was my nursemaid since the day I was born who eventually became the caretaker of this resort. She only lived two blocks away and I thanked God that she rushed here after I phoned her.

Secretly in my heart, I hoped and wished I would wake up and find that all of it was one lousy nightmare, but it was just a wish. I saw a woman linger behind after the guests had left. She was sitting on a mat with two boys. I decide to talk to her. "Good evening, we are very grateful for your visit. Now the family will like to mourn our loss alone. We appreciate your kindness and..." "I'm waiting for Nana," she said immediately. Nana was what we called my father's mother. I found it strange that my grandmother would choose this time to receive visitors in our home but all the same, it was her son's house, and she was family. I looked at the woman with her two sons and realised their faces l

STEYN "Here." Nana said, offering me a drink with a smile. "Thank you." I said quietly, retrieving the drinking glass. "Why's your name Nana?" Quietly, she took the vacant space close to me on the patio and began. "I've lived with the Walker's for over twenty years of my life. Ever since Sky was a kid and have served as a nanny to all of them." She told me. "I've been such a huge part of their life, that the kids forget I'm not even a part of their family. They're nice people."

Nana’s house. The window to the room upstairs was closed but I could see the reflection of light from where I stood. She’s in there. I tried my best to fight to urge to visit her but before I could even stop myself I had already arrived in front of her door. I pressed the doorbell and waited patiently to get a response. Just as I was about changing my mind and leaving, the front door was pulled open and just in front of it stood Nana. Ever young and beautiful at her old age. She didn’t look her age even at 72. The only thing that gave away her age was her grey colored hair, the small wrinkles that appeared on her face and the bags under her eyes. Other than that, she was a beautiful and eleg