Nanny Diaries Book Novels & Stories

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”

Nanny Christy. She was the nanny who took care of Lauren when she came into the Byrne mansion at age nine. She also taught her how to cook as well as clean. Nanny Christy was like her second mother. She walked carefully upstairs, making a mental note to check up on Nanny Christy before leaving. As expected, her father was in his study. Lauren opened the door noiselessly and entered. Her father, who had always been sensitive was engrossed in something and as she drew near, she realized it was a picture. Not just any picture.

She arranged my bedroom and during her time in the room with me, I had questions about my mother. " Nanny, did you know my mother?" . I asked her, before she was to leave the bedroom.. "Not really, but I have seen pictures and heard stories about her". She responded . "Stories; did Dad tell you about it?". I continued.. " Yeah, he did". She smiled, " your mom was a beautiful and courageous women, I had the diary made by your father, do you want it?"... She continued . I nodded my head and followed her to the office of my dad, Nanny opened dad's safe and brought out the diary full of dad's thoughts and stories about my mother..

Ivy’s POV The room felt more comfortable in the morning light. I slowly sat with my eyes half-open, realizing how much of a good sleep this room blessed me with— and that it comes with a price. So I rubbed my eyes, yawned, then went out of the bed to begin my first day— and it flew quietly. I unfolded my things—a few neatly folded clothes, a toothbrush, some worn books I had carried across more than one move, a picture of me and Noah, and then his favorite toy. I put the books on the window ledge, the frame on the bed on the bedside table, the toy on the zigzag corner wall wooden shelf— at first uncertain whether it was okay for me to do that.

His deep voice boomed across the passageway. "No," Cynthia shook her head. "it's about the woman you hired as a nanny." My eyes perked up, Malachi raised his brow then softened his gaze as he turned and crouched before to Lila. "Piccolina, do you mind stepping into your room for a moment?" "Of course daddy!" She squealed then ran past us to her room. Malachi rose up, regarding Cynthia with that his hard stare. "I believe this woman is unfit and unstable to look after your daughter." I gasped at her words, my eyes widened but she just continued. "because I do not know why a nanny would drop a four year old on a counter table bigger than her."

It was punctuated by the silence magnified by the feeling of aloneness. I was grateful for Oliver’s presence. He did not need to, but he became that one person I relied on these past few days. I went to the kitchen to clean the table, surprised when I found out that Oliver cleaned up after breakfast. With nothing to do, I decided to go back to my room and stopped by the drawer where I placed Nanny Miller’s notebook. I took it out carefully and began to read what I later realized was Nanny Miller’s diary. I sat in my bed with my feet tucked under me.

Pretty sure it would be a bestseller. I flipped the book open to my bookmark, chapter four. Mr. Rex had lost his wife in a plane crash and needed a nanny for his son. So he hired Sara. My eyes stayed glued to the pages as I sipped my cappuccino between turns. Page after page. Sip after sip. Being a fast reader had its perks. I was already on page fifty, and my cup was empty. I frowned slightly and lifted my head, ready to call for another, but the words caught in my throat. The café was empty. Completely empty.

I was so happy for my first strike and I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow? What would tomorrow be like? Could be nice or go wrong for the Adrian bloodline. “Nanny,” little Mira called. “Stop running my little princess. Do you want to fall terribly?” I questioned, I hugged her tightly pecking her forehead. “How was your day?” I questioned, handing her a wrap of oat flakes. “It was boring because my nanny wasn't around.” She voiced sadly. My heart flickered again for the young girl, she reminded me of my childhood self.

Nanna peered over my shoulder. I jumped, snapping the book shut. “Nothing.” “Why you readin’ it then?” “Dunno.” She leaned over the back of the sofa and snatched the book out of my hands. My eyes widened as she took in the book. “Huckleberry Finn? You’re hiding for this?” “Um, yeah.” I swallowed. Nanna opened the book. Her eyes flicked across a page before she closed it again and pulled off the dust jacket. “Maggie Hope. You sneaky devil.”

Two days later, Eleanor was sitting by a window reading aloud from a storybook about fairies. Five small girls were gathered on the floor by her feet and the smallest was on her lap, snuggled up to her chest and nearly asleep. The nanny had ushered the boys out to the gardens, so the girl’s mothers were sitting in chairs nearby, seeming to enjoy being able to stitch without their daughter’s clamouring for attention.