Nanny Diaries Book Novels & Stories

I blinked and peered inside, frowning as the large trunk only contained a stack of quilts and, on top, a black leather-bound journal with the same symbol from the keychain. “She left me some old quilts and a book….” I sighed, picking up the book and flipping it open. “What’s the book?” Shannon asked. “I… holy shit… Shannon, it’s Grandma’s diary from before Michael was born.” I exclaimed, waving her closer. “What does it say!?” Shannon shouted, hurrying to look over my shoulder.

“Friend, don’t mess around! I'll tell you the real reason for this later, but today we're going home together to enjoy the end of the week. My day off came and yet, I stopped myself from worrying about who Yan would end up with. He himself told me that he wouldn't like me to go, as I would have to live with an old and boring lady. At that time, I laughed a lot, being a child and being real. But I tried to explain that I would be back soon, it was just a weekend and I needed to rest and sort things out before I got back. When he arrived at the end of the afternoon, the lady arrived and she really looked like a boring old woman, but she couldn't do anything because Doctor the ogre was at home

Bonus Scene: The Interview Part 1 Chapter 6 from Noah’s POV The nanny interviews were about to begin. My fingers dug into my hair, ruining the neat style I had carefully arranged earlier. Silvia had become increasingly insistent that I hire a nanny. Every evening when I got home, her disapproving gaze made me feel as if I’d committed the worst sin on the planet. I sighed, my hands dropping from my hair to thud against my desk. The antique clock’s ticking reverberated through the room, counting down the seconds. Too soon, person after person was about to be paraded through my office.

She was halfway through slicing an apple when she felt the air shift behind her. Damien walked in, still in the dark shirt he’d worn all day, sleeves pushed up, arms folded as he leaned against the counter with a bottle of water. He stood close enough that she could feel his warmth in the space between them. “You’ve learned how to handle things fast,” he said quietly, his voice wrapped in the calm hush of the kitchen. “Most of the nannies before you were overwhelmed by the second day.” Amy kept her eyes on the apple. “Theo’s a lovely baby. Routines help.”

He led her through the endless halls until they stopped outside a pale blue door, decorated with stickers—stars, rainbows, planets. He knocked softly, then opened the door. Inside, a little girl with unruly brown curls sat cross-legged on the floor, building a Lego fortress. She didn’t look up when they entered. “Ivy,” Damien said gently, “this is Miss Quinn. She wants to be your new nanny.” Aurora moved to her knees, placing herself at the child’s level. She said nothing. Just watched. Ivy glanced at her, then returned to her building. Without a word, Aurora reached into her bag and pulled out a small, porcelain unicorn—hand-painted, no larger than her thumb. She set it beside Ivy’s Lego ca

“Dianne is in prison now. Your fear is irrational. I can't count how many nannies I've hired after Dianne. You kicked them all out of our house for your stupid reasons.” “They are not good people. Some of them tried to seduce me. And the rest tried to steal our things. I saw the eighth nanny sneaking around in front of our room. Her face was clouded with evil intent to steal,” Anthony scrunched up his face in disgust. Shanon massaged her temples, which were starting to feel dizzy. She thought, how many more nannies would she have to hire to take care of Charlie? The nannies never lasted more than a week.

He appreciated, Mrs Gilbert smiled. "To the real business here, there was a fight this morning between Anthony and Andrew and I promised to punish them both but I changed my mind. Since they are not mature enough to resist the fight then you are going to get a nanny." "A nanny?." They both asked in shock, Sonia's heart started beating fast. "Yes, a nanny, she would help you with everything. She is just a nanny and not a slave, so I want all of you to treat her well, I will monitor everything." He added, Nancy bursted into a boisterous laughter.

And then I saw her. Little Julie. Small. Shoulder-length blonde hair. Huge, sad blue eyes. A stuffed bunny stained with paint clutched in her arms. She stood at her bedroom door, silently watching us. “Julie,” Liam called, his voice lower but still firm. “This is Kyra. She’ll be your new nanny starting today. I want you to meet her, sweetheart.” The girl didn’t answer. Didn’t move. She simply turned and walked away as if she already knew there was no reason to interact.

How could someone be so callous? I forced a smile. “Thank you for telling me.” The nanny hesitated again, but eventually, she nodded and returned to her vegetables. After breakfast, I couldn’t shake the conversation from my mind. I needed to know about Josh and everything. Deciding to start with the pack archives, I went to the library. The sheer size of the room took my breath away. Tall shelves stretched to the ceiling, crammed with books, scrolls, and old records. Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the large windows. It felt like stepping into another world.

One day I was sitting in the kitchen with Nanny, by now I was way too old to need supervision by a Nanny but she and I were still very close. I was eighteen and Nanny was getting on in years but still fit as a fiddle. She had put on a few extra pounds and I often teased her about her round bum. I watched her as she went about her chores, making small talk. I noticed that her cotton dress was slightly open in the front and that I could see between her large breasts when she bent forward. I stared mesmerize sed at the deep cleft between her mounds; I had not noticed. Nanny's tits before, maybe because her and I were so close that it never occurred to me.