Nanny Novels & Stories

"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.

“This is the only piece of clean information she gave us. We need a nanny for Tifania. A live-in one. Urgently. I snorted, leaning back against the sleek marble countertop of the kitchen. "A live-in nanny? You want to bring some stranger into the Sky Tower? Jule, we have enough secrets tucked away in the Blackwell Vault as it is. We barely tolerate Amanda Quispe knowing the password to the wine cellar. A live-in nanny is a security threat, a walking liability, and probably an endless distraction.

I tried to get on the chair then suddenly, a lady appeared and helped me up. "You shouldn't be on your own sir." She stated. "Who are you?" I asked. "I know." She responded. She started playing with her hair. " My name is Martha. I was assigned as your nanny to you due to your... condition." Her voice trailed off. " I see." I reasoned. "But don't worry..." She began. She walked slowly but calmly to my back. Then she moved some of her hair behind her right ear. I could feel her breath close to my neck.

His flat words still felt poignant. "Thank you, Sir. What about Baby Leon? Who will take him?" "Secretary John had a new nanny ready as soon as she arrived," he said. "Is he going to replace me full-time?" I reflexively frowned in panic. "Why?" Arthur asked hoarsely, a sign that his health might be failing. Arthur got up and sat down beside her. "You don't want to be fired. On the contrary, I gave you a promotion, but you're also reluctant to leave your Nanny position."

Despite her initial protest about not wanting him to have a separate room from her, she’d since backtracked on that stance to make it less obvious that she was struggling to bond with the baby. The nanny was sitting in a rocking chair beside Nathan’s crib, reading a book. When Kate came into the room, she looked up and smiled at her. Nanny Ella was a pleasant middle-aged Asian woman whom they hired from the highly-recommended bespoke nanny agency owned by Phoebe Wilcox’s aunt. “You can go to bed now, Nanny Ella. I’ll look after him,” said Kate. “Of course, ma’am,” s

"Hi. I'm Jada Costa. The new nanny." I inform the security guard through a screen. I look around as I wait and I love their security. To have such security requires a small fortune. The footpath gate opens and I enter to find a 6'3 man with a buzz cut standing behind it.

Blake I'm fucking done. One more nanny. I tell myself trying my best to calm my seething wolf because the previous nannies we hired only cared about crawling into my bed. None of them were really interested in Jenny, my little daughter, who just turned 5 last week when Sabrina, the last nanny I hired, forgot all about the cake but didn't forget to walk into my office naked. It's my daughter's fucking birthday. And she fucking ruined it. That was my last straw and now I almost gave up.