Nanny Novels & Stories

No hi, okay? "This is Jameson's new nanny, Xania," Theo announced and the way I turned my head so fast could have given me whiplash. Nanny? Me? To that kid!?

The door creaked open again, and this time it was her mother. “Tymm,” she said softly, stepping in. Her eyes were already red from crying. “You look beautiful.” Tymm turned her head slightly, eyes glazed. “Do I?” Her mother walked closer, placing a warm hand on her daughter's shoulder. “I know this isn’t what you wanted—” “It’s not what I deserve either,” Tymm interrupted, her voice breaking but calm. “I know,” her mother whispered. “But sometimes... we do things not for ourselves, but for the people we love. This family… needs you. We wouldn’t survive this without your sacrifice.”

"What do you two say to Mommy this morning?" "Good morning, Mommy!" they both chorused, each planting a wet kiss on my cheek. There was the faint scent of cereal on them. Gracie must have fed them breakfast. They called her Grandma, my mother Big Grandma, and my aunt... Grand-aunt? Wonderful. Sophia's doing, I knew it. Sophia was the new nanny, and she'd been doing a fantastic job so far. At just 18, she had a bright future ahead of her. She was studying child education, which is exactly what I was looking for in a nanny - someone with the perfect qualifications and experience.

My father-in-law spoke. “When it comes to the children, Maya, we have already secured the services of a nanny for them. She has received a lot of training. A security guard who can also act as a babysitter is an option. She is a two-in-one, and she is bringing an assistant since they are three. So that you won’t need to be concerned about the well-being of the children. She will begin her new job tomorrow, and she will be traveling all the way from China."

• • BLAIR POV Frankie had turned out to be everything I could have possibly wanted in a nanny. In her late fifties, if I had to guess, she had been a stay at home mom until her kids were grown then started taking care of other people's children. With her mexican accent and a chest that was a pillowy shelf, Nathan had taken to her instantly, and Frankie had been absolutely tickled by the smiley boy. Even Ronnell had conceded that Frankie was wonderful. That hadn't stopped him from installing security cameras that linked to both our phones in all the living areas, though. He trusted Frankie, but only so far.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

“My name is Nancy Grace. I’m calling from the Au Pair Agency.” My eyes widened, and I dropped my spoon, not caring as it sank down all the way into the milk. I had been trying to find a nanny job through the Au Pair Agency for months now, but they hadn’t found any suitable work for me yet. It had been so long that I had completely lost hope at this point. “We found an assignment for you,” Nancy said in a sing-song voice. “It’s a full time, live-in position with a single Alpha father. Are you available to make a house call later today to meet the family and complete an interview?”

she’s feeling heavy-hearted to see the baby cry. “Okay, I’ll make you coffee” he let out a small laugh. He’s really helpless when it comes to his daughter. *** While waiting for the little girl to nap, the adults mapped out their schedule for the week and what would be the best set-up for them. He found out that Amanda actually needs to clock in two Saturdays every month and the schedule is based on the availability of the staffs. If it’s a scheduled work, she would sometimes hire a weekend nanny but sometimes she would just bring Jack to the spa. They have a play room for customers who wanted to relax but could not leave their children at home. It was a cleve

“Where’s Miss Elena?” Mr. Hughston didn’t respond as he stared ahead instead. “Dad?” Nathaniel called again, louder this time. “She’s fired,” Mr. Hughston said flatly. “Huh?” Nathaniel blinked in confusion. “There will be a new nanny starting tomorrow,” he added, already moving toward the stairs. “But Dad… I like her,” Nathaniel said, his voice quiet, almost hurt. Before Mr. Hughson could reply, his phone buzzed. “Hello?” he answered curtly.