The Nanny Novels & Stories

After narrowly escaping death, I woke up to find her holding the child I had risked my life to deliver, soothing her skillfully. Harlan had explained she was a nanny hired from a top agency. Lana had taken care of my child with such care that even when my mother wanted to hold the baby, she was reluctant to let go. Back then, a nurse had joked, "This nanny seems to love the child even more than the mother does!" At that time, Lana wore the same expression: a lowered head to hide her guilty conscience. Seeing I hadn’t spoken for a while, Lana nervously twisted her hands. "Dana, I know I'm just a nanny, and I shouldn’t have gone into the music room. But Yasmine was upset today, so I went in to

I'm still adjusting to her sudden presence and bubbly personality when a quiet knock on the door introduces me to her twin brother, Ethan. He remains standing by the door with a teddy in his hand observing me with curious honey brown eyes so I say, “You must be Ethan. It's nice to meet you! Come over and sit besides me.” “It's nice to meet you too,” he says quietly as he walks to the bed and climbs onto it. His cute manners makes me smile widely. “And Emile,” I make sure to not say Emily, “I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. I'm Nova and yes, I am the new nanny. I'm here to take care of both of you and help Mrs Jenkins find her glasses.”

I didn't say anything about it but my absence at work was starting to affect me and according to Henry, I can't afford to miss one more meeting with the board members and my clients. “Alright,” I answered as I gulped down a glass of orange juice. “Who's Nana Greta and why are we discussing our need for a nanny with her?” Katherine asked. Right. She wasn't home that day. “N..” “Nana Greta was our nanny while we were still kids and she was really good. She's someone we trust a lot so we thought it wouldn't be bad if we hired her to take care of Franklin but I guess that option is out the window now.”

No trace of the woman who once lived in this house remained in her reflection - except in her eyes, which never stopped searching, calculating. She had rehearsed this role a hundred times. Her name was Miss Jennie Oliver now, with a calm, clipped accent borrowed from BBC dramas and a forged reference letter from a retired family in New Castle. She had been a nanny for six years and has had lots of experience with children. Of course this was not a joke considering she has a son. Every detail had been perfected. Still, her hands were cold. The door opened.

Bold red marker at the top. NANNY WANTED I blinked, my brain trying to make sense of it. A nanny? Then I read the line underneath, and my breath caught. Pay: Two Million. Advance Payment Available.

Adham asked: — What is your name? The nanny answered: — My name is Sarah. Adham continued: — And where have you worked as a nanny before, Sarah? Sarah spoke confidently: — I have worked as a nanny in five different households. The first household, I cared for a child from birth until age five. The second household, from age seven to fourteen. The third, a girl from nine to twelve. The fourth, a child from six to ten. And the fifth, from seven to eleven. Adham said with obvious admiration:

"The nanny. She's pushing the pram toward the duck pond. It's the Hale kid. That baby is worth fifty million in ransom." "Are you sure?" the passenger, Sal, asked, clutching a rag soaked in chloroform. "That nanny looks... big." The nanny was indeed tall. She wore a grey uniform and walked with a stride that suggested she had marched in a few parades. But she was distracted, looking at her phone. "Go! Go now!" Vinny yelled. The van screeched to a halt against the curb. The side door flew open. Vinny and Sal jumped out. They sprinted across the grass, their boots tearing up the turf.

Did she just say she wanted custody of her daughter? That woman was Matteo's wife, ex-wife, one night stand. The possibilities were endless. “And who are you?”The lady asked me. “Oh…. I'm…. I'm…. I'm Sophia's nanny” I replied internally cursing that I had stammered She broke out into a mocking laugh “Nanny? I see Matteo is hiring any hag desperate for a job. You're fired” she said looking for the non-existent dirt in her nails.

​Gideon’s gaze shifted between the two of them before finally returning to Valerius again. “You really don’t know who I am?” he asked suddenly. Valerius frowned slightly. “Should I? ​Several employees quietly sucked in nervous breaths. Nobody spoke to Gideon Vance that way. But strangely, Gideon didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked even more focused on her. ​Then, after a long silence, Gideon spoke again. “My daughter needs a new nanny.” ​Valerius blinked. “…What?” ​“Our previous nanny quit this morning.”

The kind she got when she was taking in information and organizing it before she said anything about it. "Who is she exactly," she asked around the twenty-minute mark. "The closest thing I have to a mother," I said. "She was my nanny from the time I was eight. Before that she worked in a different capacity for the family." "What capacity?" "She was an assassin," I said. Lenny turned her head to look at me. "Your nanny was an assassin." "Retired by the time she took the position," I said. "Mostly." "Mostly."