The Nanny Novels & Stories

I quickly cleared my throat and faced her fully. "What are you to my kids?" I asked her, and waited patiently for her response, as I didn't want to start ranting first. "I'm their nanny Alpha." She responded to my question truthfully, making me sighed softly before I proceed. "What is the job of a nanny to The children?" I asked her again, while she stared from me to the kids, and swallowed hard. "The job of the Nanny is to take care of the kids." She finally responded to my question.

I secretly took the baby's vitamins, I also get tired quickly just sitting on the chair in the office, so I stand up for almost minutes, I didn't work overtime either because that baby will be with us, even though Thyro is not by my side Raven, I remember his because of the baby, even though I miss him, I just caress the baby, it's like he's with me, I feel better. Nanny also helps me with food, she always prepares it for me, nanny is very happy because she says she will have a baby to look after. "You look really beautiful, hija. I'm sure that hijo Lance will fall in love with you even more, how beautiful his wife is," Nanny Fell said smiling while fixing my hair, it was only in a ponytail

I said. She nodded. "Mummy, our nanny are usually old ladies." Annie said. I am taken aback by that. "Yes. Malia is very young." Joshua supported. Are they really six? "I know that. But I need someone to be taking care of you till I find you a nanny. She is actually a maid and will also be helping me take care of you while I work." Anita said. Annie hummed. "I want cookies. Get me some." She ordered, looking at me.

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”

She asked, raising an eyebrow. Damian thought about it. Who did he want? If it came to protecting his sister’s son, he wanted the nanny to be the best at everything. He wanted the best nanny. He wanted her to be exceptional because she would be Blake’s new nanny. While Damian thought about who he wanted to have for a nanny, he looked at the candidates' information papers and set eyes with a red head with jade-like green eyes. He stared at the picture and the girl. She had a great smile, but behind a smile can be masks. He liked her already. He saw how great of an asset she would be when it came to the “No emotion” company rule.

Kids looked at their mother, Xander said, "go with her, I've something to talk with your Mommy, she'll be back to you in no time." Arabella gave them a small nod, and with Xander’s gentle encouragement, they both followed Cindy down the hall. As they were inside a room, Cindy's kind eyes sparkled as she knelt to introduce herself to the kids, "Hello there, darlings. I’m Cindy, nanny to Mr. Xander, you can also call me Nanny if you want to." "Nanny," Abigail giggled making Cindy to smile at them.

"That is hogwash! Yvonne is of noble stock, but you are not! Your blood is filthy! You think a peasant like you deserves Mr. Solomon?" Yvonne was gloating. "She's right. I got the firm a deal worth 4.5 million dollars in a month. A nanny's spawn can never get that kind of achievement. I have a PhD in law from Bullings University." Yeah, identity theft. They did it through and through. "Yeah. Know your place, nanny! Stay away from your master!" "Yvonne, you can't let her stay! God knows what she might do! She's already trying to steal your identity!"

“Any issues?” "Just one," I said, leaning in close to the gap, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The contract should have been joint custody. We need to be aligned on who's running the nanny. I don't want her coming to you every time the kid sneezes." A genuine smile-cold, triumphant, and utterly devastating-curled upon his lips. “Don’t worry, Baxon. The nanny won’t be coming to me about Tifania’s sneezes. She’ll be coming to me about the things that truly matter.”

“And our nanny.” “She looks so young!” I exclaimed. “She is young. Only eighteen,” Leigh said, shaking her head and pushing play again, letting it go to commercial. “Can’t blame him. Men always want to fuck the nanny,” Dan teased. My eyes went wide and Leigh shouted. “Dan!”

I woke without energy, without spark, just quiet. I moved mechanically, brushing my teeth, dressing for school, braiding my hair. Each motion felt distant, as if I were watching someone else inhabit my body. The bond was still there. Low and persistent. When I finished, I headed downstairs to the dining room. I had barely taken my seat when footsteps echoed behind me. Controlled. Unhurried. “Good morning, Riven,” Nana greeted warmly. The elderly nanny stood by the kitchen entrance, her gray hair tied neatly back. She had come to live with us after our parents left for their honeymoon. From what I had learned, she had practically raised the triplets.