All Chapters of The Nanny: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Standing in front of a white beautiful designed door in the middle of the woods wasn't how Ollie thought she would start a Monday in her mundane life. It wasn't that bizarre of a thing even if she thought she would never see such a day. In fact, Ollie didn't even know what she wanted in her life. Someone was in control of that wheel and it wasn't her. She was also never good at starting something new. Her palms always got clammy and her chest always felt like a drum that was going to beat out of its socket. She really should have prepped herself more for this because, Werewolves. An unexpected addition she never thought would ever land in her sorry excuse of a reality. Ollie wanted to turn around and walk back to the bus or h

The kids weren't awake even an hour after she arrived. She had been seated on the small couch next to the wall and waited, alone. Ivailo didn't give her so much of a glance when he left her there to her own devices and went upstairs. She was grateful that he left her alone though. His presence was too much to handle. She hadn't gotten used to such pressure yet. His authoritative demeanour didn't sit right with her. It made her skin crawl and she couldn't help closing up in front of him. He made her feel restless, like a secretary at the mercy of her boss's tyranny. Ollie would never get used to it. She didn't want to get used to it. She had started looking over the files for some minutes now, to distract and remind herself of the children's names. She scanned them for the hundredth time. "Edil, Lilac and Nile Bridge," She muttered underneath her breath as she skipped through each individual slowly. The boys were twins and the girl was the oldest of the

Ollie didn't even know why she wanted to know what he thought of her. This must have been affecting her brain more than she thought. She wasn't one to think of her looks as inferior or anything someone would have on their mind but Ivailo stared at her like she was a rare object. It was the scrutiny in his gaze that irked her and she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. It crawled under her skin like ants. She couldn't help moving her eyes away in discomfort. Why did he have to make this so awkward?"The humans shot his mother with silver poison. It's a bullet you savages developed, to subdue us," He answered. His eyes left her to move to the sleeping child next to his thigh. She could see the grievance in his expression with how tight his eyebrows were drawn.  Ollie's mouth went dry at the statement. Tha

The car rattled down the lonesome road. A grave tale she didn't want to face anytime soon. Her fingers on the steering were straining so much, her knuckles were turning white. All the piled up anger in her was just being suppressed under her skin. She wanted to turn around right now, march back up to that house and give Ivailo a piece of her fist. She just wanted to shove his word back down his throat and eradicate it from her mind but did she even have the balls to punch a werewolf? Wasn't she running like a cattle about to be butchered because she was afraid of even offending such a fearsome entity? The man exuded danger and murder like he has dipped his hands in blood before. His touch still lingered on her skin and she wanted to reach home as fast as possible and scrub every part of her until not even a scent was left. and fuck, Elizabeth Harewil still wasn't answering her fucking phone. Her car hit a bump and she jolted in her seat. Her body was

Ollie moved her eyes down to the ground with difficulty. No matter how annoying the man was, he commanded her attention effortlessly. Her gaze had been glued to Ivailo's back unknowingly while he walked up the stairs slowly, step by step. His hands had been clenched into tight fists, a common activity around her now it seemed. She didn't know why she was staring at his flexing back muscles like they were the holy grail. Ripped men weren't her type, have never been, in fact, she found their overbearing body structure daunting.  Ivailo always looked like the type of man that would mould a bear in a pretzel and he probably has with those daunting bulging arms. She had felt his hands around her ankles before. They were eerily rough on her skin, sizzling, and had shot fear up her spine because he knew he could just snap it in two with one move. She arched her eyebrows at her scary thoughts and turned back in h