Nanny Novels & Stories

she said, “am Mr. Steve Blair,” Steve said, “How may I help you?“ she asked, “I need a nanny for my kids, I lost their mom recently, and I can't trust my kids in the hands of a housekeeper” he explained, please can you get me a nanny urgently?“ Steve asked, “Can you please come to my office for the formalities?“ Mrs. Brandon asked, “yes, when and where?“ Steve asked, “Today, before sunset” she retorted,

As Nara spoke, her servant immediately whispered softly, “Miss Kenwood has been waiting here for almost an hour. She originally wanted to get acquainted with Miss Marsh first, but she didn't show up. Instead, you came even earlier.” Nara immediately pushed her servant gently, “Mrs. Fanny, stop it.” Nara then looked at Jenell and hurriedly explained, “Please don't be angry. Mrs. Fanny is my nanny. She has taken care of me since I was young. She's just straightforward and means no harm.” Of course, Jenell wouldn't mind. With her status, she couldn't lack such grace and magnanimity. She comforted and praised Nara, telling her that there was no need for her to be

The cold air hit my skin, making me shiver, Then, my door clicks open. Nana had entered my room. Nana is my nanny and has been trusted by my mother to keep the house running. "Nana," I whispered, my voice high and thin. "Please help me find my shorts. I can't find them." I looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for her gentle reprimand or her helpful hand. But she didn't look at my face. She didn't look at my eyes. Her gaze dropped, sliding down my small frame with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin crawl. She stood there, frozen, her eyes locked onto my penis.

Aunt Clara's name lit up her screen and she picked up on the second ring as if it were a lifeline. "Baby girl," her aunt answered without preamble, her voice businesslike, as it always was when she was fixing something, "I just got off the phone with Mr. Ross and the position is yours if you want it. Live-in nanny to his eight-month-old son. He lives in a penthouse on Central Park West. The starting salary is two hundred and fifty thousand a year, with a full benefits package that includes a private suite, and a car service to get you wherever you need to go. You start Monday."

“I knew the address sounded bad, but I didn't think it would be that terrible.” Roman said nothing more. He continued walking slowly, took out his phone, and dialed a number as he pushed open the door to his office. He waited for two rings before hearing the firm voice on the other end of the line. “Mr. Adler.” “Prepare a bedroom,” he ordered bluntly. “Sasha's new nanny is moving in tomorrow.” Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “So soon?” Roman put his phone in his pocket and looked at him expressionlessly.

I miss her though. " Hi, Madam Susan. I hope you would take good care of our daughter. We are having high hopes and trust in you." She looked at the clock. "Of course, I will take care of her. No need to worry. She is in good hands." "Yes, Caspian. She is really in good hands. Nanny worked for our family for years and she's the one who takes care of me when I was a child." "I see. That is good then" he responded.

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.

"That is hogwash! Yvonne is of noble stock, but you are not! Your blood is filthy! You think a peasant like you deserves Mr. Solomon?" Yvonne was gloating. "She's right. I got the firm a deal worth 4.5 million dollars in a month. A nanny's spawn can never get that kind of achievement. I have a PhD in law from Bullings University." Yeah, identity theft. They did it through and through. "Yeah. Know your place, nanny! Stay away from your master!" "Yvonne, you can't let her stay! God knows what she might do! She's already trying to steal your identity!"

“You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?” “We want you to be his most trusted employee. The nanny has access to the entire household. The private study, the dinner table, the pillow talk if he’s stupid enough to have anyone over.” Carter’s gaze was flat. “Your mission is to embed, observe, and relay any financial ledgers, meeting details, or chain of command you can find. The ultimate goal is the location of the offshore accounts. We collapse the money, we collapse the family.” I traced the photo of little Luca. He had a smudge of what looked like chocolate on his cheek. “And the children?”

Christine explained, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Nanny's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately understood the concern. "Oh, Christine, I would never do that. I understand the importance of privacy and trust. What you overheard will remain between us. You can count on me." Relief washed over Christine as she realized the nanny's sincerity and trustworthiness. She smiled gratefully. "Thank you, nanny. I appreciate your understanding and discretion. It means a lot to me." The nanny nodded, her expression filled with empathy. "Of course, Chris