The Nanny Novels & Stories

She feigned to be heartbroken by nanny's death, giving me condolences which were not needed. Deep down, I knew she was rejoicing because I could see it in her eyes. “ Can't wait to see your face when you see nanny's ghost walk in the courtroom.” The corner of my lips curved into a smile when I gave it a thought. Nanny is still recovering from the fire burn wound on her back. She’s living with Brenda and Logan out of the country, somewhere far away from Stephanie's claws…

Terror washed over her again. She clenched her phone with her sweaty hand. "I am listening, Miss Harrison," he said. "I... my..." She cleared her throat, dropping her gaze. "Have you lost your ability to speak?" he asked. She shook her head. "Then tell me what kids you were talking about." "My... my neighbor's kids," she said, looking up at him. He raised his brows at her. "I am their nanny," she lied. He scoffed. "Nanny?" She nodded.

Ivy’s lips parted, like she was about to tell me to go to hell, but then she hesitated because that would mean disrespecting me— her brother’s doctor for years now. "You want me to what, Doc?" Her voice was hoarse. I assumed roughened by sleepless nights and too many quiet cries. "Be Sophie’s nanny," I repeated, calmer this time. More controlled so she would know I wasn’t kidding.. "You can live in my house. Everything’s free. Shelter, food, anything. All you have to do is look after my daughter, be her mother figure, I’ll pay you well. Bonuses, advance pay, health insurance, overtime pay, paid day offs. Name it."

The woman who'd appeared in my life just as everything started going wrong. "Sir?" Santino pressed. My mind raced. The timing was too convenient. A new nanny, hired just before the attacks began. Someone with access to my home, my daughter, my routines. Someone who could have overheard phone calls, seen documents, and learned my weaknesses. But then I thought about the way she held Aria. The gentleness in her touch. The tears in her eyes when she'd talked about losing someone. That couldn't be faked. Could it?

And paused at the door, as I watched them interact. “Keren. Stop acting so spoiled! I’m your Nanny, not your friend.” “You are not my Nanny!” The latter replied, defensively with her hands crossed across her chest. Ever since she’d woken up, she’d been easily irritated and wouldn’t take a no for an answer. “Well, Hello, I am. Your Dad hired me.” Her expression changed at the mention of him. “He’s not here to say anything.” “He isn’t. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am your new Nanny.”

Besides that, Elizabeth was also friendly and easily got along with everyone. "If I were given a choice between being a nurse and becoming a nanny, I'd rather be Noah's nanny. Who knows? Maybe I could become his stepmother while I'm at it." Aliya smiled as she imagined her own fantasy. Not getting Dr Jhon did not mean everything was over. There was still Nathan, a handsome businessman. However, Aliya soon snapped out of her reverie. Who was she, anyway? How could someone as successful as Nathan possibly take an interest in her?

Bianca asked enthusiastically. I looked at Alessandro who still stood behind Bianca with his arms folded, as he watched our interaction with a smirk on his face. I'm sure he wanted to see me humiliate myself in front of his sister, Bianca. “He employed me as his nanny for Matteo”. I replied to her. Who knows what she might be thinking of me?. She must really think she was right by addressing me as a whore. Her brother's pregnant whore. “Whoa, bro, you got your nanny pregnant? Don't you ever stop?”. Bianca turned to speak to her brother as she pointed a well manicured finger at me.

And then I saw her. Little Julie. Small. Shoulder-length blonde hair. Huge, sad blue eyes. A stuffed bunny stained with paint clutched in her arms. She stood at her bedroom door, silently watching us. “Julie,” Liam called, his voice lower but still firm. “This is Kyra. She’ll be your new nanny starting today. I want you to meet her, sweetheart.” The girl didn’t answer. Didn’t move. She simply turned and walked away as if she already knew there was no reason to interact.

His deep voice boomed across the passageway. "No," Cynthia shook her head. "it's about the woman you hired as a nanny." My eyes perked up, Malachi raised his brow then softened his gaze as he turned and crouched before to Lila. "Piccolina, do you mind stepping into your room for a moment?" "Of course daddy!" She squealed then ran past us to her room. Malachi rose up, regarding Cynthia with that his hard stare. "I believe this woman is unfit and unstable to look after your daughter." I gasped at her words, my eyes widened but she just continued. "because I do not know why a nanny would drop a four year old on a counter table bigger than her."

The cold air hit my skin, making me shiver, Then, my door clicks open. Nana had entered my room. Nana is my nanny and has been trusted by my mother to keep the house running. "Nana," I whispered, my voice high and thin. "Please help me find my shorts. I can't find them." I looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for her gentle reprimand or her helpful hand. But she didn't look at my face. She didn't look at my eyes. Her gaze dropped, sliding down my small frame with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin crawl. She stood there, frozen, her eyes locked onto my penis.