The Badass Babysitter Novels & Stories

Bonita's POV A few days earlier, Madison, my soon-to-be babysitter, asked me if she could go away for a few days. Of course, I did not mind. I trust her because I don't know. There is something about her that I know I can trust. I was concerned about their safety, but she told me not to be because she's a magical wolf, and magical wolves can hide their scent. I started worrying after she did not return for about a week. Then she returned. However, she was not alone.

she said as she left. “See, I told you it's worth a trial,” I said snickering at Iskander. “It's okay, let's go find the babysitter” he spoke as he went to pick Austin up. “That's true,” I said standing up swiftly. As we entered the clinic, I could see how large and professional it looked, like a small hospital. my heart was beating fast in my chest as I was going to meet my babysitter who had been part target of an assassination attempt, and I was anxious to see how she was doing. I approached the front desk, trying to steady my nerves. "I'm here to see the fire burn patient," Iskander spoke as his voice was grimy. I walked towards him realizing I didn't know the story of their attack. “Fir

he said, taking me in in one swift glance. I snorted, "Why do you care?" "I am your babysitter," he shoved his palms into the pockets of his farm suit. "Your babysitting skills suck. You set up the baby to be bullied by your minions," I shot at him and banged the door in his face. I heard him knock again and I whipped the door open. "Do you want me to call security?" I threatened.

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.

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.

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.

"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!"

Baston warns but that didn't scare the girl as she responds and bites on her food. " Well, if you think you've truly had enough, tell your devil boss to appoint you another work order than babysitting me" she flashes him a mocking smile. Baston grinds their teeth in anger unable to squeeze the life out of her. If not for the fact that she was his boss's pet, he would have slit her throat and deprived her of oxygen till she runs out of life. "if you act like your age, I won't be here watching over you... And do you think I fancy this? Gosh! I hate this work and you, so much that I wish Don had killed you from the onset" He blurted out.

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.

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?