Nanny Diaries Book Novels & Stories

His flat words still felt poignant. "Thank you, Sir. What about Baby Leon? Who will take him?" "Secretary John had a new nanny ready as soon as she arrived," he said. "Is he going to replace me full-time?" I reflexively frowned in panic. "Why?" Arthur asked hoarsely, a sign that his health might be failing. Arthur got up and sat down beside her. "You don't want to be fired. On the contrary, I gave you a promotion, but you're also reluctant to leave your Nanny position."

she instructed. “And bring me bacon. I want the crispy, almost burnt strips” she added before the servant reached her door. ‘Bacon again?’ the servant thought. She reported the lady’s request to the kitchen staff and naturally it reached Uncle Ben’s ears. When the servant named Nellie came to her room, the little girl was nervous. “Sit down” she ordered then study Nellie’s features carefully. She’s actually pretty. Very simple looking but with honest clear eyes. She will do.

I watched her face fall at my answer, "A full-time, unpaid grown-ass nanny." "Not, a nanny you idiot, a pe-" I released my hand from the diary and slammed it over her mouth before she could complete her statement. She pushed me off of her and I grabbed the book pulling at it before she could run off with it and dragged her back to the ground with me, "Let me go." "Give me back my diary!" "You sound like a child!" She tried yanking it from my hold but I pulled at the it again, "I have every right to read this!"

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

The feelings that rage inside me right now can swallow me whole. I pick up the old dirty notebook that I kept under my mattress every day. and I stare at it. ever since I was a little girl I had always drawn pictures of what I imagine my family looks like. my mother. my father. I had even drawn up imaginary siblings creating the perfect family in my mind. Nanny has always told me that they does not exist. Even though she had been the person who bought me The Notebook when she realized I loved painting, she had been reprimanded correctly for the money that cost her to buy that book. And I had helped her with the work that she was given by her supervisors in our quest to be paid back when she

NORA'S DIARY Nisha wiped the dusts off the diarys surface and took a step back. She read the title over and over again as if she had read it wrong the first time. She just can't believe that something important as this has been laying inside the wardrobe for months. She was busy straining her braincells for answers, not knowing the answers to her questions has been by her side all along. She stumbled and regained her posture again. She took another step back and lowered herself down on the couch. She shift to adjust herself and leaned her back on the couch comfortably.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

Harrison wince slightly as the tension in his broad shoulders tightened even further while he led me toward the living room, where a tiny baby girl was thrashing in a wooden crib, her little face bright red from crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath. "She hasn't stopped crying since her nanny left this morning, and frankly, I am at my wits' end because nothing I do seems to soothe her," he muttered, running a frustrated hand through his thick, dark hair while looking at the child with a mixture of intense love and absolute helplessness.

'phew' The nanny who came next was pretty good. She never grumbled or snapped at Ares, unlike the first nanny. Most importantly, she didn't stalk Ares in the toilet either! Yes! But Mr. Darwin fired that nanny after two weeks. Because it turns out that the nanny is a spy sent by aunt and uncle. Huh, it's sucks. Once I found a nanny who was good at her job, uh, she was a spy. “They are not your uncle and aunt, Ares. Don't meet them. Do not! They are snakes!” Grandma chided loudly.

On the table laid Madine’s diary. He read a page where she had talked about how hard it was for her to feed the three kids. ‘Dear diary, today, the kids wanted waffles. Jackson is very thoughtful, he said I didn't have to bother making it if I couldn't. I knew he wanted it too but he understood me. I told him I would get the waffle maker and the rest of the ingredients. I knew I could hardly pay the nanny for the day yet I made that promise to them. They are my kids and I love them, I knew I would try my best to fulfill that promise…’