The Babysitters Novels & Stories

“Hello?” Ms. Monroe’s voice came through cold and sharp, with a dangerous calm that prickled against my nerves. “Are you seriously trying to kidnap our children?” I exhaled slowly, trying to hold my temper in check. “It’s not kidnapping. I’m babysitting. And frankly, this place doesn’t even qualify as a school,” I said, scanning the dismal classroom with disapproval.

David stood up from his seat as the kids led the way. “Once you get the toys for them, keep them company because Emelia and I have something to talk about,” I said, turning back to glance at Emelia. “Okay, but remember babysitting comes with a f*e, or else I will just gobble them up,” he quipped as he dramatically raised his arm in a zombie-like position, making the kids laugh. With a mischievous glint, he chased after them as they all rushed out. I smiled, knowing the house would be lively again because he’s back home.

Fay spoke as if she knew best about taking care of babies. Two babysitters come during the day. But they would leave in the evening. Fay made the rule that night is a time for parents and siblings. Everything is complete. No need for a nanny at night. Fay got up from the chair and walked over to Mike. "Give it to me."

"Petra, who is he? Why is Garret calling him mama?" "Later, it's complicated." Benji could only accept Petra's answer; he had to contain his curiosity. According to Benji, it was highly unlikely for a babysitter to be addressed as "Mama." Besides, Lyyana's face didn't seem suitable to be a babysitter or a maid.

"Hopefully I get one that pays higher than the Coffee shop." Maddie turned to me sharply, her eyes shinning in that, 'I have news!' way. "What?" I raised an eye brow, most times, her 'I have news' ended being the kind of news that had the chances of killing us both. "Okay, so don't get mad..." "Madison Anne Hawthorn, what did you do?" I narrowed my eyes. She swallowed. "I might have applied for a job for you." "What?!" "It was a good offer! To be like a live-in babysitter to three sweet boys, and their pay was pretty high, I couldn't look past it."

Pornstar Babysitter: Shared by the Thornes Chapter 1: I Got Caught Filming My Masked P**n Videos by My Boss and Let Him Blackmail Me Into His Mouth The kid is finally asleep. I slip into the guest bathroom like I always do on nights when the Thornes are out late. Julian and Celeste Harrington — the elite power couple who pay me stupid money to watch their three-year-old while they attend galas and business dinners. I’m the perfect babysitter on paper. Quiet. Responsible. Wholesome.

The first few days after we'd slept together, I had been scrambling around trying to find someone competent to replace Janet. Kristen had picked up a lot of the slack for me when I worked from home. Thankfully, a few days ago, she sent me this list with contact numbers of all the best babysitters and nannies in San Diego. It had been an extensive list with details about every person on it. It had taken me eleven meetings and three-second interviews, but I'd finally found someone I was happy with. She was an older woman named Elaine Bennet, she was fifty-two years old, and she was a primary school teacher for fifteen years before she went back to school to study child psychology.

"Doing what?" "Babysitting, mostly," she said, leaning in, her eyes shining with a warmth that felt dangerously genuine. "For a very wealthy family. They have this little girl... Oh, Mama, you should see her. Her name is Louise. She’s... she’s adorable. She has these big, soulful eyes and she’s so smart. I’ve only been there a short while, but I already love her so much. Sometimes, when I’m holding her, I feel this connection... like I’m her own mother. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing." The world stopped.

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

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.