Zola's Nana Novels & Stories

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

ELLIOT'S POV Once more, I clicked on the folder where her pictures were cached on I*******m. I looked at each one, studying the expressions on her face, the background, and everything. Seldom had I seen a more beautiful woman than Zora. Her features were almost too perfect. It wasn't a wonder she was one of the top models in the world. There was a picture of her in a sundress, at the beach, with a straw hat on. The picture spoke to me. It was obviously taken with a phone camera.

Is it crazy that I feel disappointed that is not them? I know that Nana wouldn’t let just anyone in her house, this person needs to be close to her, or be someone she trusts, Nana is a spiritual wolf, she can sense people’s true intentions before they are even in front of her. She is that special, and because of that she lives away from everyone. Nana is a witch, she confessed it to me not long after I arrived and everyday I learn something new about her.

Her voice sounded sad, and Zeenah wanted to ask but felt as though she would be prying on her too much. "Here," Zeenah dropped a jug of chilled hibiscus drink on the table in front of Nana. Nana sighed deeply, as she took a sip of the drink. Her face was grim, devoid of any emotion, and Zeenah knew that something was terribly wrong. Nana has always been the jovial type, with a smiling face on most occasions. "Are you okay?" Zeenah asked, placing her hand on Nana's shoulder.

And even though she had been too young at the time to remember herself, I believed some stories would have been told to her over and over again. Meanwhile, Nana, the wise and spirited grandmother of the family, sat at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with a lifetime of experiences as she looked over at her boys. She regaled me with tales from her own youth, sharing pearls of wisdom and life lessons that had guided her family for generations. I couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for Nana, recognizing the strength and love she had installed in Caleb and his brothers, even after their parents had died.

Zara’s POV After my bath, Nana slipped into the room with a tray of food. The aroma of her spicy Indian cooking filled the air, rich with chili, ginger, and garlic. My stomach growled before I even touched the plate. She smiled knowingly as I ate, watching me the way a mother watches a child she refuses to admit she spoils. Bite after bite, I devoured everything until I could take no more, slumping back against the pillows. “You should rest now,” she murmured, clearing the tray.

Serenity smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll go back with Sonny tomorrow night. Nana might not return with me though.” Zachary talked about his nana, “She’s already so old, yet she’s still traveling all around. She won’t listen at all. If she were younger by ten or more years, she would probably make a hole in the sky.” “Nana said she had raised too many pigs back home. She had to look for suitable girls for those pigs.” Zachary was speechless. He was one of the pigs his nana mentioned. The old lady had also found the woman who was by his side now.

I felt something was amiss when I met the cold glare of my boss and Nana's nervous smiles Nana (Elsa Ace) is my friend while Zion Ace her grandson is my boss. You might be wondering how this happened. Well, this is it. Nana is an old woman I met a few years ago at a hospital. Our first encounter was not on good terms. She was rude to me and I kept my calm even though I was close to tears at the situation life threw at me at such a young age. We eventually became friends and along the line, she found out about my situation and helped me pay for my mom's surgery and hospital bills.

“Do you have any other children? I see you’re pregnant.” Nana looked down at her stomach, her hand resting protectively over the swell. “No. This is my first child,” she said quietly. “That pig was more interested in sodomizing me than... than anything else.” Ethan’s face twisted with disgust. “I should’ve killed him.” “No,” Nana said quickly, grabbing his hand. “No need to get your hands stained with his blood. He’ll die soon. I’ve been poisoning his tea for months. He’s got four months left at most. I wanted it to look natural, so no one would suspect me.”

I take a deep breath as the two look so sad but just nod and look at me. “You are so beautiful and an amazing person. You were raised to be this kind person and wonderful daughter as Anna. Whatever other people say either you are Anna or Zam you will always be that little baby girl I held into my arms long ago. Be careful and take care of yourself Zam.” my nana said as she holds my hands and looks at me as tears drop from her eyes.