Nanny Plum Novels & Stories

She nods her head, letting everyone know her true feelings, and I smile gently at her. “Serana, what would you like to eat?” A woman with blue snake-like eyes asks me and I look at Cyra, who comes closer to me and takes my hand and draws my attention to her. “Mommy, that is Nanny. Nanny is daddy’s mommy. Like you are mine. Nanny makes the best pancakes. You should try them.” Her green eyes shining and I chuckle at her and nod my head at her. “I think I will. Thank you, Cyra, my sweet little girl.” I say as I caress her cheek and she giggles before she pulls me towards the island and helps me sit down. The tension in the room is something else, like everyone is waiting for me to explode.

On a second thought, wasn’t that a character from a novel? Azure said, “Nanny Kim is definitely not a real name but an alias. She has the same name as the character from Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre’s Nanny Kim. Norton Cambell also mentioned that Nanny Kim is just an old human trafficker who has worked with him for a long term. The number of children she bought from him is as many as a hundred people. For some reason, recently, she only wants little girls of five or six years-old and even wants them to be pretty and clean. Moreover, she said it would be best if they were born in a lunar year and a lunar month as well as on a lunar day.”

Dissatisfaction. Just reached out and pinched the baby girl's cheek. A little girl is equally aggressive. Raise her hands and slap them back. Plum lifted her chin and asked, “who is it?” Daisy gestured "accidentally met on the plane, unknown name. The naked eyes can test the wilting, disappointment of Plum. “So I thought that you caught a handsome husband and attached a child. No need to give birth anymore. Too strong.” Plum winked “trust me.” She started to turn on the gramophone. A thousand and one census questions automatically came out of her mouth without going through her brain.

She nodded with understanding, and he urged her to go take care of her child. "This is so good!" Scarlett exclaimed as she savored the food with her eyes closed. It brought a nostalgic feeling to her, one that she could not detect where it sprung from. The food resonated with her as she ate up and she began to feel a certain kind of connection with making meals. She tried so hard to recall, but nothing was forthcoming. She huffed in annoyance as she stood up from the dinner table. A nanny was already bathing her baby when she came into the room.

She looked around the kitchen and then at me. "Oh." She smiled. "Sorry — I was just looking for somewhere quiet. Is it okay if I'm in here?" "Of course." I moved to the other side of the counter. She came in properly and sat on one of the bar stools, looking around with genuine curiosity. Her eyes moved over the kitchen and then settled back on me. "You're the nanny," she said. "Yes." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." She tilted her head slightly. Not unkind — more genuinely puzzled. "That's quite young to be doing this full time. Especially live-in." She looked at me carefully. "What made you choose this? You could be at university or — "

Wyatt, however, doesn’t seem to share my concerns. When he speaks, it’s just as loud and obnoxious as ever. “You don’t belong here, Chloe. Not at this school. Not at the Pyramid. And not around the Hayes’s. I don’t know what kind of enchantment you put on that baby, but it won’t save you.” “I’m the Nanny, and I signed a contract for three months. At the end of those three months, I will be gone. It’s pointless to argue about anything else.”

Cassie flinched, almost waking up, but Damian quickly passed a hand through her back and shushed her. When Damian was already inside Blake’s room, he sat on his bed and watched his nephew, “Papa?” Said Blake, half asleep, “You came.” “Yes, son, I’m here.” He whispered softly. “I missed you, you know?” Damian grabbed his stuffed penguin, while asking, “How was your day with the Nanny?” “I almost ditched her.” Damian’s hand stiffened, “You did?” “Yeah,” he sighed, “She’s not so smart. I was coming to help you,” a yawn, “near Riverfront Park.”

The kind that was supposed to make you feel better. "Jems, I'll take this up to your mum," Nana said, preparing a small tray with a modest portion of the risotto, some vanilla yogurt, chocolate chip ice cream, and a few pieces of dark chocolate. "I'll make sure she eats something. You don't have to worry." Nana had been Emily's nanny since she was a baby. She'd worked for Emily's parents for decades and had watched Emily grow from a little girl into a woman. She knew exactly what to give Emily when she was hurting. She knew all her favorites.