Nanny Diaries Book Novels & Stories

Does that make me a bad child? “Are you daydreaming again?!” I snapped back from my thoughts and hurriedly shook my head for fear that Nanny would get angry again and hurriedly took the book right beside me and opened it. “I'm reading, Nanny. Please don't be mad.” I heard Nanny took a deep sigh and saw her hid those whip on the desk before she sat across from me. “I'm only doing this only for your own good, Archer.” I heard her heavily sigh. “Please understand.”

* * * * Chapter 1 SADIE Taking a deep breath, I stared at the imposing door in front of me, my hand flexing at my side. Was this crazy? Was I being crazy? This job isn’t what I really wanted. I didn’t want to be a nanny for some rich family on the Upper Eastside. I wanted to be a novelist. I wanted to write books that drew people in and changed their perspectives of the world. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t make a living writing books if I couldn’t find a publisher to actually publish my books. Rent needed to be paid, groceries needed to be bought, and I couldn’t continue living on Ramen noodles and grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

He walked to Yana and was about to kiss her forehead when she gently knocked him on his head. "You're always late, even when we are in the same building" She snapped "I'm sorry, babe. I woke up late" He whined "Enough of that, please. Let's get to today's business" Maya said and dragged out a small stool and sat on it. She placed the diary on the table while the other stood round her to read the diary too. She flapped through the pages, each revealing deep secrets of how Jenna had kidnapped Alvin, paid the nurse in the hospital to take away Miss Peyton's baby and how she had put her in an orphanage when the girl was not biding to her will.

I woke without energy, without spark, just quiet. I moved mechanically, brushing my teeth, dressing for school, braiding my hair. Each motion felt distant, as if I were watching someone else inhabit my body. The bond was still there. Low and persistent. When I finished, I headed downstairs to the dining room. I had barely taken my seat when footsteps echoed behind me. Controlled. Unhurried. “Good morning, Riven,” Nana greeted warmly. The elderly nanny stood by the kitchen entrance, her gray hair tied neatly back. She had come to live with us after our parents left for their honeymoon. From what I had learned, she had practically raised the triplets.

He walked to her curiously. “What are you doing?” Danielle raised the notebook and smiled smugly. “I’m writing in a baby diary.” “Baby diary?” Danielle nodded. “Yeah. I’ve read a lot of maternal posts lately and saw an interesting one. A mother made a diary for her child, which started during her pregnancy. It’s so memorable. After seeing that post, I decided to make a baby diary too, starting with my first prenatal check-up. Don’t you think it’d be nice for our child to look at their development when they’re older?”

"So, she's the girl you're talking about before, huh? ..." Dale said sarcastically. I am here now at their house after I took Zella to school. My five stupid friends are also here. "No way! That's him, dude?" said Elton with a smirk. I was in high school in the states when my mom suddenly emailed me that we had a new nanny. Like, seriously? Does she really need to tell me? I don't know who fired or replaced our workers. But, Fuck! There is a photo indicated in mama's email.

A collection of moments that someone had carefully preserved. But who had hidden it here? And why? I kept reading, my hands trembling slightly. There were medical records. Appointment notes. Insurance forms. All the paperwork that came with pregnancy and birth. Then I found the journal. It was small, leather-bound, with Isabella's name embossed in gold on the cover. The pages were filled with her handwriting, addressed to her unborn daughter. *My sweet Aria,* *Today your father felt you kick for the first time. You should have seen his face. This strong, dangerous man who makes grown men tremble, and you had him wrapped around your tiny finger with a single movement.*

This includes my study and private quarters. 5. All outings are pre-approved by me and accompanied by Marco or myself. 6. You report any unusual occurrence, no matter how small, to me directly. 7. You do not discuss my business, this household, or your employment with anyone. 8. Discretion is your primary duty. You see nothing. You hear nothing. It was a prison manual. I kept my face neutral. “These are clear.” “They are for your safety as much as ours,” he said, finally looking at me. His gaze was direct, probing. “The world I operate in is not kind to loose ends. A nanny with a mobile phone and loose lips is a loose end.”

Trying to be her father and her mother at the same time, reading her bedtime stories, changing her diapers, midnight cries, endless questions-all of that made me go crazy to an extent where I decided to get her a nanny. Pink needed someone gentle. Someone patient. Someone I couldn't be. That was why I needed a nanny, someone she would actually trust. But Adrian... I hadn't expected her. Pink had never taken to anyone before. She wouldn't even let the family doctor touch her without a fight. She's clinging to me, that was why they called her 'Daddy's girl'. And yet, within minutes, she was clinging to Adrian like they'd known each other forever - smiling, giggling, kissing.