Nanny Faye Died Novels & Stories

The wrinkles on his skin are also more visible. "Sister, I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit often lately, I've been a bit busy. How are you?" "Still mourning but we have accepted her, Sister Faye is now in a happy place." Sister Faye is a bit old. He's in a wheelchair and he's on his way to the hospital. We didn't spend a lot of time together but during the time I spent at the orphanage, he showed me nothing but goodness, that's why I was saddened to know that I was the last person he talked to before he disappeared.

In fact, that was one of the things that made him start to consider the prospects of a nanny. That and the fact that Grace was too old to be taking care of a newborn. Grace had recommended Ms Wyatt, claiming the young woman could benefit from the arrangement. Besides, she was already donating her milk to her. Gabriel was sceptical but he had chose to respect Grace's wishes and extend an offer.

"Revenge is sweet. To think that Xavier almost killed me because I wanted to get married to his brother and now, his freedom is in my hands." "Karma is indeed a bitch," Jared nodded. "Jared, I still find it funny that all these things began as a result of the nanny affair," Sophie chuckled bitterly. "Natalie was a badass nanny," Jared muttered. "If she had just performed only her nanny duties and not just come into our lives then we wouldn't be at this stage," Sophie sighed. "You knew of the attack Xavier planned to make on Natalie and Lexi through that guy. Why didn't you tell her?" Jared asked.

Saraphina said, “do you want me to die untimely?“ Steve asked, “you won't die, It will only make you strong” Saraphina retorted, “Why did you want to do this to me when I have started enjoying the happiest time of my life, am seeing my kids happy growing up without knowing the feelings of losing their mom at their tender age” Steve lamented, “don't bother about the kids, I will continue my job as a nanny and mother to the kids, after all, I was employed to do that” Saraphina said,

"Nathan hates children, Faye. And if you ever get pregnant, he'll snuff out that baby himself." "Not to worry, though, Faye. He'll never even fuck you." Her cackle taunted me as she disappeared down the hallway.

"What do you think? Anne got pregnant out of wedlock and created such trouble. Does this matter look good? The Faye family can't lose face because of this." "But you still can't dump the children…" Bianca felt that it was funny. "You're just a nanny. Who are you to negotiate with me? I'm not discussing it with you. I'm ordering you!" "I know I am a nanny, but Ms. Vallois has asked me to take good care of the children…" The nanny did not dare to act on her own. "She has asked you? Now that Anne is dead, whatever she has asked you to do doesn't count anymore."

“Any issues?” "Just one," I said, leaning in close to the gap, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The contract should have been joint custody. We need to be aligned on who's running the nanny. I don't want her coming to you every time the kid sneezes." A genuine smile-cold, triumphant, and utterly devastating-curled upon his lips. “Don’t worry, Baxon. The nanny won’t be coming to me about Tifania’s sneezes. She’ll be coming to me about the things that truly matter.”

I am about to go to her, to hug her and tell her how much I miss her when the red car driven by Belinda runs over her. “Nanny!” I shouted, shocked at what I witnessed. I saw my nanny rolling on the ground. Her blood comes out from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. I ran to her and held her in my arms, but she was not moving anymore. I listened to her heartbeat, but it was not beating anymore. In an instant, my nanny died. She died before I hugged her, kissed her, and told her how much I missed her.

A familiar man’s voice spoke and her brows collide. “Excuse me?” “Nana Felly is dead.”

I checked my phone again — no missed calls, no messages, nothing. She was a nanny. She worked here. She had no reason to disappear. She had said she wouldn't be long. Daisy had believed her. I believed her too. I just needed to see her. Not to threaten her. Not to ask about Jordan again. Not to have any specific conversation at all. I just needed to see her walk through the front door and come upstairs and be in this house the way she had been every evening for the last few weeks and I did not fully understand why that felt so urgent and I was not going to examine it too carefully.