Nanny Novels & Stories

“Someone like you.” I raised my eyebrows, taken aback. “You’re saying you brought me here because your daughter likes me? That’s… a stretch.” “I’m offering you a job,” he clarified, his tone as cold as ever. “As her nanny.” His words sink in slowly, and I let out a laugh before I could stop myself. “You must be kidding. I’m not a nanny.” “You don’t have a job, do you?” His voice was calm, but there was a subtle edge to it.

“I need time to process—to understand what happened to you, where you’ve been—” “Of course,” Charlotte said smoothly. “We have all the time in the world now.” Then her gaze shifted to me. “And who might this be?” she asked, though something in her tone suggested she already knew exactly who I was. “That’s Layla!” Annie piped up immediately. “She’s my nanny and she’s really good at helping with my legs and she reads me stories and she’s also Dad’s gir—” Annie blurted out, then clapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes going wide with horror.

I'm still adjusting to her sudden presence and bubbly personality when a quiet knock on the door introduces me to her twin brother, Ethan. He remains standing by the door with a teddy in his hand observing me with curious honey brown eyes so I say, “You must be Ethan. It's nice to meet you! Come over and sit besides me.” “It's nice to meet you too,” he says quietly as he walks to the bed and climbs onto it. His cute manners makes me smile widely. “And Emile,” I make sure to not say Emily, “I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. I'm Nova and yes, I am the new nanny. I'm here to take care of both of you and help Mrs Jenkins find her glasses.”

My mouth opened wide in disbelief at his thoughtfulness. “You hired another nanny; then what am I supposed to do?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed by his generosity. “For now, just take care of yourself and your baby, and let me handle everything else,” Hollis replied, his eyes full of compassion. “Why are you all these? I am just a nanny; I don’t deserve all this special treatment,” I said, feeling touched by his kindness. “You are not just a nanny; you are part of our family now,” he replied, wiping my tears that I didn’t even notice were falling as he leaned closer, his lips close to his ear. “And

I said. She nodded. "Mummy, our nanny are usually old ladies." Annie said. I am taken aback by that. "Yes. Malia is very young." Joshua supported. Are they really six? "I know that. But I need someone to be taking care of you till I find you a nanny. She is actually a maid and will also be helping me take care of you while I work." Anita said. Annie hummed. "I want cookies. Get me some." She ordered, looking at me.

I quickly cleared my throat and faced her fully. "What are you to my kids?" I asked her, and waited patiently for her response, as I didn't want to start ranting first. "I'm their nanny Alpha." She responded to my question truthfully, making me sighed softly before I proceed. "What is the job of a nanny to The children?" I asked her again, while she stared from me to the kids, and swallowed hard. "The job of the Nanny is to take care of the kids." She finally responded to my question.

I nodded, it just feels somehow trusting my babies with a stranger but Maya had said she was trustworthy. Just then, the doorbell rang. I jumped up, smoothing out my dress and trying to compose myself. "That must be her." Tonia stood up, handing me the baby carriers. "I will get it, you take care of the babies." She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a pleasant looking woman with a warm smile. "Hi, I'm Nana, the new nanny," she said, extending her hand. Tonia smiled and shook her hand. "Welcome, Nana. Come on in."

Standing there was a woman who appeared to be in her fifties. "Good afternoon, madam," the woman greeted "I am Nora Williams. I am a nanny," the woman added. "Oh! come in," invited Abigail and she called out to Mr Shawn. "Adam, the nanny is here," she yelled from the living room. She led the lady in and offered her a seat in the living room. "At least he got an old lady for the job and not a pretty young girl," Abigail thought to herself as she went back upstairs with a bottle of juice in her hand.

I had a few feet to cover before I could get to my room, but I didn't wait to cover them before I started taking off my dress shirt; no sleep for close to twenty-four hours could do that to a man. I pushed open my door and threw the shirt on the back of the antique chair close to the door, not stopping, in my desperation to hit the bed and shut down. I yanked back the covers only to see the nanny of my children, with nothing but her birthday suit on, smiling up at me like she wanted to eat me up. My first reaction was to rub my eyes, since I wasn't with my glasses, testing my eyes to see if I was seeing things correctly. She smirked before slowly going on her

Davien was carrying Vendrick who was behind me. "Good morning! Ma'am Nalya is taking a shower. Take a seat. I'm baby Viniel's nanny. You can call me Nelda. Oh! Wait! I will just get some snacks for you." The nanny was a bit panicky. "I will help you," I smiled at her. "Dad, I'm hungry," I heard Vendrick's small voice when Davien put him down. "What do you want, baby boy? There is cake and donut in the fridge. Do you want that? I will get you some," Nelda asked cheerfully.