The Babysitters Club Graphic Novels & Stories

A babysitter is supposed to dress up warmly so as not to scare the kids. However, that isn't the case for me. I was dressed in all black like a serial killer, tight black pants, coupled with a black hoodie which I used to cover my hair. What will the parents of the kids think when they see me? Won't the wife feel like I came to snatch her husband? Ahh, the day has already started wrongly, what more could go wrong?

Was he doing well? After we finished our snacks, we went back inside the campus to attend our next subject. I got bored so I tried to sketch Royal's face with the use of my imagination. I was good in sketching which I was thankful of. I had this from mom. She's the best artist I'd ever known. She had many masterpieces and she selled most of them to her big clients. And definitely that's one of the reasons why she's always out of town with Dad, leaving me all alone in the house. And if we didn't have nannies, literally speaking I was all alone inside the mansion.

But I couldn't bring myself to leave. “Good morning, sir.” the babysitter greeted Christopher as she stopped up for him to sit down beside Liam on the floor. Christopher replied to the babysitter's greeting with a curt nod. He sat down beside Liam and placed a palm on his back. “Hey, big guy,” Christopher said with a smile. He reached out and adjusted the sketchbook on Liam's lap, his touch gentle and affectionate. “How's your drawing coming along?” “Good.” Liam beamed with a smile. He raised his head from his drawing and raised the sketchbook for Christopher to see.

he giggles as the bunny rubs his ear on his thumb. “You good?” Archie asks, even though he knew he won't be getting any answers from his pet. He runs his hand on its head and checks the cage to see its bowl is half filled with milk. “Let have your bowl fill up. Shall we?” we grin, standing on his knees. He drops the bunny beside him and decides to fill the bowl with more milk. He grabs a bottle of milk from his pet cage and pours a large quantity into the bowl. “I won't be coming here more often like before, I've gotten a babysitter and she's the last good woman on earth.” Archie beams and smiles shyly, recalling how his babysitter was treating him like a child, earlier at the dining.

The little boy seemed a bit uneasy when he noticed his uncle and nanny there, so he tried to run towards them, but the first man stopped him with his arm, the one holding the gun. "Not so fast, young man. Your daddy didn't give us the money yet. And we are also negotiating your nanny, so, hang on a bit more. Go, go! Stay back!" Benjamin retreated, being pulled by Ace. "Oh, so we're keeping the nanny as well, Giggles?" Ace asked his buddy. "That's a brilliant idea. She's hot," he added with a disgusting voice. Sarah thought she could be sick at any minute. If that's what it took to free Benjamin, she was willing to do it, even though that meant all the horrible things she would have to face w

I know I need to deal with all of them, but before that, there’s someone else I need to confront. I barely have to look around before I spot her standing on the steps of the porch, surrounded by a group of kids in animal onesies. Lizzy is the worst babysitter in the world. I mean, I’ve seen her literally feeding kids ice cream and chocolate like they’re three-course meals. It’s because of her that Hazel has a butterscotch addiction. And now she’s standing there, with that stupid grin on her face like she’s done nothing wrong.

the girl announces, waving a paper with a blotchy, purple-colored drawing on it. And Tyler, Tyler of all people, smiles. The deep scowl lines around his eyes somehow soften, giving way to an unguarded expression I’ve never seen – not in school at least. The little girl turns to me, cocking her head in a way that makes her look eerily similar to Tyler. “Are you our babysitter?” she asks, then smiles cheekily. “You’re pretty.” As if remembering my presence, Tyler whips his head in my direction, the smile gone as quickly as it appeared. “These next fifteen days are going to be interesting; don’t you think?” Oh, I’m so screwed.

I wanted to look like someone else, a confident, empowered woman, not the young woman who just turned twenty. "I just hope have fun before I break my face in those heels!" "You’ll see, this will be our night!" We arrived at the LYNC nightclub almost midnight, the line to get in was still long, but thanks to the colorful bracelets that Alice had gotten somewhere, we did not have to wait for anything. The tall and strong security guard gave us a suspicious look when she reached out her hand showing the bracelet to be scanned. He looked more like a closet dressed in a sleeveless vest, which further evidenced his muscles and a huge tattoo covering his shoulder tan.

But I won't be going back, and for that I'm sorry. I knew papa would be worried, so damn worried. I left with only just a letter that said I needed space, a confusing letter that said I don't know why, but I need to leave. A letter that doesn't even tell him he's got a granddaughter who's two months old now. “Just…. Nice' describes your club and bikers?” he asked. “Everyone there is cool, my papa owns the club, he wants me to be the best biker, and I also wanted that” I chuckled, staring at my toes which I used to till the ground.

Artistic Adventures with Mama Hazel Theo sat at the small table, a box of colorful crayons in front of him, ready to embark on a creative journey with Mama Hazel, his beloved nanny whom he lovingly called Mama. With a blank sheet of paper spread out before them, Theo dipped his chubby fingers into the array of colors, his eyes alight with excitement. "Mama, let's draw a big, happy sun!" Theo's voice bubbled with enthusiasm as he began to sketch a bright yellow circle in the center of the paper.