Nancy Drew Age Range Novels & Stories

Well, this child is the only one I have, and she is the inspiration behind every book I write, so I always asked for her opinion in every single book I've written. "A baby character will be fine. What are you writing about?" She asked me. "Just a normal billionaire book," I replied to her. "Yes, I think it will be a good idea. You should make the child a little older than me. Maybe seven will be nice, and also, he or she should be smart," She suggested, and I nodded my head affirmatively. Although Nancy was just five years old, she was smart. Like really smart. The rest of the night was just me writing, even after Nancy fell asleep. I finally went to join her in bed once it was 3am.

“Stella, how can you be so rude? Nancy is your younger sister! Shouldn’t you let her draw first?” I snorted. I ignored Catherine’s rebuke. Without hesitation, I pulled out a stick from George’s hand. “It’s a long stick,” I announced calmly. I held the stick up and showed it to everyone. The living hall fell into a terrifying silence. Nancy’s face turned as white as a ghost. She anxiously turned to George. “Dad… Dad…” “I…” George cleared his throat. He turned to me and said, “Stella, you’re the older sister. You should let Nancy draw first. How about you two redraw the sticks?”

I stood up to leave, but Nancy slammed her hands on the table. "Wait, Tyler! I have something to show you." She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. When I took it, I discovered it was a wish list I had made in elementary school. Back then, the teacher made all the students write down what they wanted most when they grew up. Everyone else wrote one line, but I filled a whole page. Nancy smiled and pointed at the paper.

for her son. “Oh, panties” she thought, realising she’d forgotten to put on any underwear. She dug through her dresser drawer and found her sexy black lace french cut panties. “Not that he’ll see them but I’ll feel more attractive” she told herself. Looking at herself in the mirror Nancy decided she wasn’t all that bad for her age. “He’s your son Nancy!” She reminded herself as she checked herself out in the mirror. Trying to imagine how Joey would respond if he saw her naked like this.

She planned to hula hooped hundreds of times before going to sleep. Nancy took out a box of yogurt from the refrigerator. When she passed by Suzanne, she shook it and pretended to sigh, “This is the sorrow of being a foodie! You’re either eating or exercising all day long. Poor you.” Suzanne glared at her, “One day when you weigh yourself and find that you’ve gotten fatter, you’ll know that you’re wrong.” Nancy made a face at Suzanne with a smile and pulled out her doodled bag. As she looked through the comics, she also took out the documents she had brought back from the company.

Nancy stated, throwing a pillow in Koran’s direction, missing her, as she ducked back into the bathroom. Koran toweled off and also wore sexy black see-through underwear. She placed her makeup on to enhance her features like Nancy, but as she looked into the mirror, she couldn’t help but notice her age. She was a year more than her best friend, and she frowned. “Nancy, do you think I’m getting old?” Koran asked out of the blue from the bathroom. “Girl, what’s the matter? You are only twenty-three. You are not old. If you are old, then so am I.” Nancy said, standing in the doorway, watching her friend looking in the mirror.

She was the exact reason I wanted to go with my parents but I didn't know how to tell them that. "Damon, stay at home with me and let your parents be on their way. They will be late for the meeting they are going to." Nancy, my twenty-two-year-old nanny, said, moving closer to me. "We will have fun at home. You don't have to be a burden to your parents."

Paul rolled over slowly and turned to face the wall. Meanwhile, Nancy had finished, not one, but more than a dozen drawings. Finally, she stood up and said, “I’m done. Do you want to have a look? I carefully painted every pose, and I am confident that you will be pleased.” Paul rolled over, took the drawings from Nancy, and as he casually looked them over, he thought - These are actually very good. He was amazed. **** Nancy watched nervously as Paul looked over her drawings. Then, after what seemed forever, he finally looked up. “Who told you to draw so many pictures?” he asked.

He didn’t even look up when the screen door slammed shut behind her. “Wow, you really did a lot,” Karen said, leaning over to see what he was drawing. There was a crayon girl lying flat on the ground, a girl in a yellow dress with long yellow hair all around her head like a halo, and around the yellow halo was a blooming sunrise of red. The girl’s eyes were two black X marks and her mouth was a black circle. “Nancy,” Karen gasped. And she remembered. I went to school that day. It was the thirteenth of November and Nancy wasn’t in homeroom. After homeroom we had biology together with Mr. Parsons, but she wasn’t in biology either, so I thought maybe she was sick.

Even at this age, the resemblance was so glaring. Emily came to retrieve the boy to help him with some last minute spelling drill while they awaited breakfast. Nancy had taken the day off to be present for her son at the international finals. He won the nationals with a perfect score. The only other kid to do it was a kid in Coral city. If Leo was going to lose, it could only be to this kid. Nancy took her night gown off and stared at herself in the mirror. She changed a lot in the last 5 years. Childbirth did a number in her body. Her hips were wider, making her more curvy. She grew thick in her thighs and her ass wasn’t left out.