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His Nanny Mate Chapter 299 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 299 Target Practice


The laughter from Logan was unexpected-a short burst, barely audible over the ambient hum of the bar’s patrons. “You’re very funny, Ella,” he said, shaking his head. I sat up straighter, leveling Logan with an icy stare. “I’m dead serious, Logan.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, trying to gauge if I was joking. “You? A gun?” “Yes,” I replied, unwavering. “Growing up, my father made sure I took shooting lessons. For self-defense. Your bodyguard has an extra pistol, doesn’t he?”

Logan’s expression shifted from amusement to contemplation. “You truly think you can handle it?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

“Prove myself how?” I laughed, looking around. “Don’t tell me your next big reveal of the night is for me to shoot the pimp that’s been standing in the corner and giving you dirty glares since you beat up one of his customers.”

Logan’s face turned a slight shade of red, but only momentarily.

“No,” he said. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

As the music and laughter reverberated through the bar, Logan took my hand and guided me away from the throng of people, making sure we went unnoticed.

On our way to the elevator, he made a quick detour to the bar, grabbing empty beer bottles that had been discarded by the party-goers. Their green glass glinted with remnants of liquid under the dim chandeliers.

“Are you planning to recycle those or something?” I asked.

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

We stepped into the elevator, where Logan pressed the round button that said “B”. As we took it down, the air was silent, save for the rhythmic dings of the elevator as we gradually descended each floor.

“So, Alpha Princess Ella took shooting lessons, huh?” Logan asked, glancing over at me. “Color me surprised.”

“Why so surprised?” I asked, “It was important for my safety. My father wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Just didn’t think he’d be the type. He must be an interesting person.”

I smirked. “You have no idea.”

There was a slight pause before Logan, with a side glance, added, “Clearly, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

I tilted my head, the hint of a smile forming. “What do you mean?” I asked. He hesitated, then finally said, “I find you… very interesting, Ella.”

Surprised by his candidness, I tried to keep my face neutral. “Do you?”

He looked a tad embarrassed. “I’m sorry, but when I first met you, I had some preconceived notions. Thought you’d be just another wealthy heiress, more interested in designer shoes than real-world skills.”

I frowned slightly, taken aback by his frankness.

“And now?” He smiled, genuine and warm. “Now, I’m glad to admit I was wrong. I’m pleased to get to know the real Ella, and not just the tabloid version.”

I found myself taken aback, not expecting such raw honesty. A thousand retorts rushed to my mind, but instead of voicing any, I chose silence. Ema whispered, “He’s being sweet.”

But getting close was not on my agenda. “You shouldn’t believe everything you read,” I finally said, my voice cool. Logan chuckled. “I’ve learnt that now.”

The elevator continued its descent, the seconds ticking away, making the atmosphere grow thicker. “I look forward to meeting your father one day,” Logan remarked, breaking the silence.

Inside, I recoiled. I knew that Logan meeting my father was one of the stipulations of our arrangement, but thinking about it still made me uncomfortable. The thought of my straight- laced father meeting Logan filled me with a sense of apprehension.

My wolf growled softly, echoing my sentiments. “We’ll see,” I replied noncommittally, leaving unsaid the words that swirled in my mind: I’m not sure if I ever want that to happen.

The elevator dinged, signaling our arrival to the basement. As the doors slid open, revealing the rustic confines beyond, I felt a mix of relief and uncertainty.

Upon reaching the basement, the scent of old cement and moist dirt surrounded us, offering a stark contrast to the contemporary atmosphere above.

Logan began arranging the bottles on an old wooden table. The room was spacious, the brick walls damp, revealing its age and history. From somewhere high up, an old rusty sign hung, swaying ever so slightly, bearing the emblem of what might’ve once been the name of a shop. Picking up the pistol, Logan winked.

“Watch and learn.” With a swift move, he aimed and fired. Two bottles shattered instantly, their fragments scattering across the table. He grinned triumphantly, expecting applause or at least some semblance of admiration.

“Good shot,” I remarked, clapping sarcastically, “but now it’s my turn.” He handed over the gun, an amused expression on his face, no doubt expecting me to fumble. Little did he know.

I steadied my breath, recalling all the sessions, all the instructions, all the relentless drills I had undergone. Holding the pistol firmly, I took aim.

Within moments, I’d cleared the table of the bottles, each shot echoing in the vast space of the cellar. Logan’s amused expression shifted to one of mild surprise.

Without waiting for his response, I looked up, fixing my gaze on the old sign hanging from the ceiling. It seemed almost a world away, swaying in its lofty domain. But challenges had never deterred me. I aimed, accounting for the sway, the distance, and the angle..

With a deep breath, I squeezed the trigger..

The report of the gunshot was immediately followed by a loud clang as the bullet hit the sign dead center. The impact caused it to swing violently from its perch, catching the dim light in a flashing dance of rusty metal.

The room fell silent, save for the ringing in my ears, as I lowered the pistol. I glanced sideways at Logan, a smug smile playing on my lips.

“Too bad you don’t have a moving target. I’d have liked to prove myself further.”

Logan’s jaw dropped. “That was… impeccable.”

I handed the pistol back, smirking. “Told you, I had lessons.” He blinked a few times, still processing the scene. “Your father really didn’t leave any stone unturned in prepping you, did he?”

I shrugged. “In our world, you never know when you might need an edge. Not that I’ve ever needed to use it before… now.”

For a moment, we just stood there, amidst the remnants of shattered bottles and the reverberating silence that followed the gunshots. Then Logan chuckled, breaking the quiet. “I’ve never been shown up like that, especially not by a woman in heels.”

I glanced down at my stilettos. “Shoes shouldn’t be an excuse,” I winked. He grinned, a genuine, boyish grin. “You’re full of surprises, Ella Morgan.”

“And I hope to keep it that way,” I replied with a playful smirk. He approached one of his bodyguards, murmuring something in his ear. The man nodded, removing a sleek, black pistol from his side holster and handing it to Logan. “This is for you,” Logan said, offering it to me, “but only use it if it’s absolutely necessary.”

Taking the pistol, I tucked it discreetly into my purse. “Of course,” I responded. “I hope I won’t need to.”

Logan’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, something unreadable in his eyes. Then, he seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts.

“Let’s get back upstairs. We’ve got a yacht to catch.”

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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