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His Nanny Mate Chapter 366 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 366 Powdered Sugar & Sweet Accidents


The carousel slowed to a gentle stop, its enchanting melody fading away into the night air, replaced by the laughter and chatter of families and couples around us. I stepped off the platform, feeling like I had just traveled back in time to a simpler era of my life-one that I often yearned for, even now as an adult.

Logan, his face glowing in the wash of colorful lights from the ride, looked like a man who had just conquered a personal demon, albeit one dressed up in the innocent colors and nostalgic sounds of a carnival game.

“Well?” I asked, my eyes searching his for a trace of the boy who never got to ride a carousel. “How did you enjoy your first carousel ride, Mr. Barrett?”

His grin was my answer, wide and genuine, a snapshot of pure joy that I wished I could freeze in time.

“I know it’s silly, but thank you for doing that with me,” he quipped, his voice tinged with an emotion I couldn’t quite place-perhaps

nostalgia, or maybe relief.

I shrugged, thumbing the brass ring that felt cool between my fingers. “It was fun,” I murmured. “Thanks for dragging me along.”

Logan smiled-not a smirk, but a real, gentle smile-and averted his gaze to the sidewalk beneath our feet as we walked away from the carousel.

“You enjoyed that,” my wolf suddenly said, her voice echoing in the back of my mind.

At her words, I felt my cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red. “No.”



My wolf fell silent after that, but I could feel her still there in the back of my head, prodding me smugly. I hated to admit it, but yes, I enjoyed it. I never thought I would say that I would be riding a carousel with the son of a mobster and enjoy it, but here I was, holding the brass ring he gave me like it was a lifeline.

Just as I was about to suggest that we leave to get dinner, my stomach growled, echoing into the quiet atmosphere between us. Logan chuckled, shooting me a sideways glance.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, glancing over at him. “You?”

Before he could respond, a gentle breeze passed through the theme park. A sweet, heavenly aroma wafted through the air then, captivating my senses. The scent of fried dough, sugary and irresistible, beckoned to me like a siren’s call.

“Wait. I have an idea,” I said, my eyes lighting up.

Without a second thought, I seized Logan’s hand, feeling the warmth of his grip as I led him through the maze of carnival games and food stands. We reached the vendor, a charming booth adorned with strings of bulbs that illuminated the sign: “Fried Dough Heaven.”

And indeed it was heaven. The scent of the fried dough, sugary, warm, and sweet, was overwhelming, reminding me of younger days.

I ordered for us, passing the vendor a few bills as he handed over a tray of fried dough, generously coated with powdered sugar and dappled with a few bright red strawberries. My mouth watered at the sight, and from Logan’s eager expression, I could tell he felt the same way.

“You ever have this before?” I asked as we made our way over to a quiet spot to stand and eat.

Logan shook his head. “Nope. It looks like a heart attack, though.”

I grinned. “That’s because it is. Here, try this,” I said, ripping off a piece and offering it to him.

He bit into it without taking it from my hand, his eyes closing momentarily as if savoring a long- lost memory. “Mm… It is a heart attack. But worth it.”

“I told you,” I beamed, taking my own bite. The dough was soft and fluffy, sweet but not overwhelmingly so. The powdered sugar clung to my fingers, leaving a sticky residue that didn’t bother me one bit.

We stood there, side by side, lost in the simple joy of fried dough and each other’s company. Neither of us spoke as we ate, but we didn’t need to. All around us, children laughed, lovers strolled, and games buzzed, but all those sounds seemed to blur into a white noise that left just the two of us, in our own sugary cocoon of happiness.

We laughed like little kids, our powdered sugar- streaked faces mirror images of pure joy. At one point, a blob of the sticky dough ended up on my nose, and Logan chuckled.

“You’ve got a little something,” he said, gesturing at his own nose.

Blushing, I wiped my nose clean with my thumb and wiped it on my napkin, but smirked as I met Logan’s gaze again and saw as he took another bite and found himself in the exact same predicament.

“What?” he said, noticing my gaze. “Something on my face, too?”

I nodded, gesturing to my cheek. “Right there.”

Logan sighed and wiped his cheek, but the wrong one. I couldn’t help myself. I chuckled, reaching out to get it for him.

My thumb grazed Logan’s skin, brushing away the powdered sugar, and the touch was electric. His face was inches from mine, eyes locked onto my gaze as though seeking permission, or perhaps offering an unspoken apology for an action that he hadn’t taken yet, but was absolutely considering.

“Logan,” I whispered, his name tumbling from my lips, sweeter than the powdered sugar. It was all I managed to say before he seized the moment-and my wrist.

His grip was firm, secure, as he pulled me close, erasing the short distance that separated us. His lips met mine, a contact as electrifying as it was unexpected. A shiver spiraled down my spine, adrenaline and confusion battling for dominance in my head.

My wolf’s presence strengthened, urging me to deepen the kiss even further, and for a moment, I did.

And when we finally pulled away, his lips were as sticky as mine, tainted with the lingering sweetness of our shared guilt.

My face flushed a deep shade of crimson, a myriad of mixed emotions flashing through my mind. Anger? Embarrassment? A tinge of excitement I was too flustered to acknowledge?

“Logan,” I stammered, suddenly feeling as though I might drop the tray of fried dough in my hand. “Why… Why did you…”

“I’m sorry, Ella,” Logan interrupted, his voice tinged with genuine remorse. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

I looked away, my eyes focusing on a distant carnival game, at a group of laughing children nearby, at a food vendor-anywhere but at him. The sharp edge of his jaw, the vulnerable dip in his lower lip-each feature seemed like a trap, pulling me back into a moment that was as confusing as it was intense.

“Let’s just pretend that never happened,” I finally said, my voice carrying a harsh edge that I hadn’t intended, and which made my wolf squirm inside my head. “Don’t do it again.”

For a few moments longer we stood there in an awkward silence that seemed to blot out the other sounds of the bustling theme park. The sun had dipped below the horizon now, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch the silence even further.

“It’s getting late.” Logan finally spoke up, his voice softer than before, as though wary of shattering the delicate truce that hung in the air between us. “We should head back to the hotel soon.”

I nodded, tossing the remnants of the fried dough into a nearby trash can. “Yeah,” I murmured, avoiding his gaze. “We should.”

“But…” He paused, his eyes drifting upwards, locking onto a towering structure silhouetted against the darkening sky. “Before we go, there’s one more ride I want to try. If you’ll come with me.”

He pointed towards it-an enormous Ferris wheel, spinning lazily above the city as its lights twinkled on the edge of the dimming horizon.

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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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