The Babysitters Novels & Stories

I heard Xavier's voice pierce the thin silence that braced my ears. I jolted back to reality, the panic gripping me. "We left her in your care," I pressed, my voice trembling. The babysitter’s face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked helpless, and for a split second, I felt sorry for her—but fear quickly drowned out the sympathy.

I prayed it wasn't Ad— "Adam." Damnit. I stood abruptly on his bed, facing him with a mix of anger and anxiety. My heart raced in a panicked rhythm against my ribcage. "Hey, I don't need a babysitter! I'm twenty-one! I can take care of myself!" "You can take care of yourself? Really? Is that why you almost got into trouble the other night with some guy following you home?" I glared at him, frustration and defiance mingling in my expression. "Mom and Dad won't agree to this! Adam isn't even someone we know well. Why should he be watching over me?"

His lips puckered in confusion. “Mamma, what is babysitter?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. The word was new to him. “A babysitter is someone who takes care of small babies,” she explained softly, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He listened carefully, processing the idea, but the slight crease between his brows remained. “Mamma, are you going to leave me alone?” he asked quietly, the fear hidden beneath his simple question. Her heart tightened at that. She knelt down to his level and shook her head firmly.

“My name’s Therese. I’ll be with you everyday. Nice to meet you!” “You mean…you’re my new attendant?” “Uh y-yeah. Something like that.” “How long will you stay here?” Therese’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’ll stay here everyd–” “Will you also leave me when you get tired of me like the rest of ‘em?” Did he mean his previous babysitters? Oh god, how many did he have before her?

He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

Every second that passed made me feel more trapped. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and a woman burst in, practically screaming. Her desperation was palpable, and the sound of her footsteps echoed on the tiles of the spacious room. “Where’s my daughter?!” she yelled, almost on the verge of tears, though there was no trace of them on her face. Dr. Harris approached her and tried to calm her down. “The little girl is still being attended to, but she’s stable now,” he informed her. “I want to see her! Let me see her!” she insisted, almost hysterical.

the woman said. “Mamma,” her daughter whispered. “Is she my babywatcher?” “Babysitter. And no, cara mia.” “Oh.” The girl pursed her lips. “Then we should probably let her go, Papa.” How old was this girl? And had she been raised in a den of vipers? He didn’t look pleased with his wife and daughter ganging up on him, but he didn’t argue. He grabbed the girl fromher arms and turned toward me, his voice colder than a Russian winter.

"What's wrong with you?" "Y-You're a stealth." I was shocked by what this babysitter said. "Miss, you calm down! We won't eat you. We already consider you as family. I ask you to calm down!" Agatha tried to calm the babysitter. "But can I get out of there? I'm scared!" The babysitter still looked scared. I don't know what she saw earlier. "It's okay, I won't do anything to you, Miss. Trust me!"

I couldn't see her, but I could feel the air in the apartment growing softer and warmer. … Ever since the night he got scared off, Rick hadn't stopped giving me the evil eye at work. He didn't dare tell anyone about the vase incident. It sounded way too insane; no one would've believed him, anyway. But he started tripping me up at every turn on the job. One day, our director, Stan Walker, handed our team a rush project and told us to deliver a full proposal within three days. The team lead split up the work and assigned the most critical data analysis section to Rick and me.

The baby clapped and the other eventually did the same. Worry was evident on his face. He instantly took them from me. “Don't worry, da-da is here.” He gently patted the child he was holding. It's clear that he loves them. His heart is just so soft when it comes to his children. He's far from being the cold CEO of the company. “How did they end up with you? Where is Janice? She is their watcher, fuck,” he cussed. I'm still not looking at him. Does he think that I have bad intentions?