Nanny Mcphee Evangeline 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.”

said Amira, softening her gaze, “How to protect other children like you.” “To protect others like me…” said Cassie, looking at the dead people and the burned house. She didn’t want any other kid like her to go through the same thing, “Show me,” said Cassie, turning to look at her nanny, tears still falling, but with a brave face on. Present day Cassie spent the next fifteen years at ESNA… building her strength.. ESNA stands for Elite Secret Nanny Academy. The location? Confidential. Only people with high connections or people from the Mafia knew this place even existed.

Serena stormed into the living room like a hurricane in designer heels, her eyes blazing as she locked onto Damien. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed, waving her phone in the air. “These headlines are everywhere. ‘Damien Ross’s New Nanny Plays House with Billionaire and Baby.’ Are you trying to humiliate me?” Aunt Clara stepped out of Amy’s suite, positioning herself like a shield between Amy and the unfolding chaos. Theo, sensing the raised voices, started fussing in his high chair.

When she was done mentioning all the certificates she'd acquired in life, she moved close to Darcy, acting like she was adjusting her blouse to show more of her chest. Shameless. What is she thinking? Seducing Darcy to help her get the nanny job? Was this really how they thought they could become a child’s nanny? by seducing her father like cheap mistresses? Yuck! Darcy didn’t react. His face didn’t even twitch. He just looked away, unimpressed. Then came the second woman. She smiled confidently, applying a quick layer of lip gloss before speaking. “Childcare runs in my family. My mother was the nanny for the president’s children,” she bragged, biting her lip.

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.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

Mawar replied, turning her gaze toward Elizabeth. “Where is she, Mom?” Nathan asked, his eyes widening slightly. The anxiety that had filled his chest slowly eased. If the milk donor truly existed, then he wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of finding another one. “There she is. Her name is Elizabeth.” Mawar pointed toward the young woman standing not far from them. Nathan froze. His eyes locked onto Elizabeth, blinking several times as if trying to confirm that what he was seeing was real. “Mom’s going to hire Elizabeth as both the babysitter and the milk donor for my grandchild,” Mawar said while gently patting her son’s arm.

I stood up, stretching my back and hearing the satisfying pop, “When I first saw you, I had the impression that you were this calm woman who always overlooked things because you didn't want to be bothered with taking care of them but I changed my impression of you some days ago. From what I've heard, a lot of people had died in the family during the past few years, no offence, but for you to survive, I felt like your nonchalance is just a font for what you're really planning inside. You're a real mastermind, you know that, mom?” I smirked when Evangeline's eyes widened when I called her mom. “So tell me, what is it you want me to do with this?” I raised the piece of paper up, waving it in th

"Honestly, Mr. Alcantara, as long as the cash clears every week, you could be running an underground fight club for all I care. I'm just here to make sure the kid doesn't choke on a chicken nugget." "I am serious, Serenia," he insisted, his voice low and dangerous. "Breaking any of these rules won't just get you fired. It will have severe consequences." "Got it. Mind my own business," I said. I flipped to the final page, signing my name with a quick, decisive scribble on the dotted line. "There. Officially your nanny." Matteo reached out to take the folder back, but before his fingers could touch the leather, the quiet of the mansion was completely shattered.

I gave my sister a disappointed look. “I know her, Chris. She is a very good friend of mine and I am sure she’s the best candidate for the twins. Please, you must trust me this time or go and keep searching nannies for your kids. I am sure you’ll find one until their graduation day.” Celeste scoffed at me. “Ari, Austin, do you want me to meet the woman you want as your nanny?” I asked my kids, their approval is my first priority. “Yes, Dad! I like the nice lady we met in the café. I want her as my nanny.” Ariel demanded and I looked up at my sister in defeat who was smirking at me.