The Nanny Novels & Stories

Though I did enjoy the spanking. The look on Brian’s face when he learnt that i was now his nanny was one of pure delight. My shifts had been adjusted as Frankie had been told about my new role. Only Cynthia, Frankie Dave and Jayden from The Enchanted Gardens knew I was now a full time nanny. We all agreed to keep it that way for the meantime. The other staff at the mansion all welcomed me warmly and I soon became good friends with Nala who came back on Tuesday. She was a little younger than me but a better companion than Maria. Nala and I almost clicked just as well as Cynthia and I did.

He quickly explained, "Mr. Bassett went shopping for the best baby products for Madam Willow. He handpicked everything. He also found the best nanny for postpartum care a month in advance." "Madam Willow, you may call me Jane." Jane, the nanny, bowed to Willow respectfully. Willow took a deep breath. "Thanks, but no thanks. I've already hired my own nanny. She's cleaning my home right now as we speak. She'll come by later." "Madam Willow, Jane is the most popular nanny from Emperia's best postpartum care center. Normal people wouldn't even be able to get on the waiting list. Mr. Bassett had to book her time two months in advance. She's—"

"Special? What's special about a nanny? They're just childcare workers! Their appearance isn't great, and they smell like sour milk." Weni became even more annoyed. "Oh, sour milk, you said. The nanny who smells like sour milk can capture the hearts of your children and maybe even your husband's heart," Weni's deadly gaze made Jonathan suppress a laugh. "Um, ahem... let's just eat first, the menu looks delicious!" Jonathan interjected between Weni and his auntie. "What do you mean?" the aunt's voice rose an octave, further intriguing Weni. "Ah, no offense, I'm just saying if your kids' nanny looked like me, it seems they would be interesting girls, just like m

"Hi. I'm Jada Costa. The new nanny." I inform the security guard through a screen. I look around as I wait and I love their security. To have such security requires a small fortune. The footpath gate opens and I enter to find a 6'3 man with a buzz cut standing behind it.

Despite her initial protest about not wanting him to have a separate room from her, she’d since backtracked on that stance to make it less obvious that she was struggling to bond with the baby. The nanny was sitting in a rocking chair beside Nathan’s crib, reading a book. When Kate came into the room, she looked up and smiled at her. Nanny Ella was a pleasant middle-aged Asian woman whom they hired from the highly-recommended bespoke nanny agency owned by Phoebe Wilcox’s aunt. “You can go to bed now, Nanny Ella. I’ll look after him,” said Kate. “Of course, ma’am,” said Nanny Ella, rising from the rocking chair.

“Where’s Miss Elena?” Mr. Hughston didn’t respond as he stared ahead instead. “Dad?” Nathaniel called again, louder this time. “She’s fired,” Mr. Hughston said flatly. “Huh?” Nathaniel blinked in confusion. “There will be a new nanny starting tomorrow,” he added, already moving toward the stairs. “But Dad… I like her,” Nathaniel said, his voice quiet, almost hurt. Before Mr. Hughson could reply, his phone buzzed. “Hello?” he answered curtly.

Blake I'm fucking done. One more nanny. I tell myself trying my best to calm my seething wolf because the previous nannies we hired only cared about crawling into my bed. None of them were really interested in Jenny, my little daughter, who just turned 5 last week when Sabrina, the last nanny I hired, forgot all about the cake but didn't forget to walk into my office naked. It's my daughter's fucking birthday. And she fucking ruined it. That was my last straw and now I almost gave up.

Backing away confusedly from Silvia’s swinging hands, I was already halfway there before I thought to speak up. “Uhm, you have it wrong,” I blurted as I stumbled back from her. “I’m not some one-night stand of his. I’m—” “Oh, sweetheart, you are,” she said with faux pity as she kept trying to herd me out of the kitchen. “Go home and forget about hearing from him ever again. Didn’t he already have you sign an NDA?” I halted, determinedly planting my feet as I practically screamed into her face, “I’m the new nanny for Chris. And I assure you, I didn’t spend the night with that asshole.”

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

“To talk. Can I come in?” I looked at Clara. She shrugged. I unlocked the door. Adrian entered, and I noticed immediately he looked different. Resolved. Like he’d made a decision. “I’ve hired a nanny,” he said without preamble. “What?” “A nanny. For Ethan. She’s highly qualified. Excellent references. She starts tomorrow.” “I don’t need a nanny. I’m his mother—” “You need help. Whether you admit it or not. And I’m providing it.” His tone was firm. Final. “Her name is Mrs. Patricia Harmon. She comes from one of the best agencies in New York. She’ll handle night feedings, diaper changes, anything you need.”