Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) Novels & Stories

I hated the lights, the glass, and the very idea that people could stroll into this store casually and walk out with clothes worth more than what my mother’s surgery would cost. My world wasn’t silk. My world was peeling paint and whispers in the dark. It was instant noodles, thrift-store coats, my brother’s laughter, my glass, my tears, and my mother’s cough echoing in the night. Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, careful not to drop it in a puddle. The cracked screen lit up with a message from my landlord: Rent due tomorrow, and no excuses this time. The words were blunt, but their weight crushed me.

As she rested her chin on her knees, Layla traced Aria with her eyes till she couldn’t see her anymore. She began to observe the day fade as the narrow coastal street quietened down for the night as people entered their weathered homes to join their families. Overgrown gardens softly glowed under the old streetlights, and the evening stillness gave her a sense of comfort. The world could finally breathe, and just for now, everything felt okay. Struck with a realisation, Layla sprung up and jumped onto her bed screaming into her pillow with excitement. She turned and faced the white ceiling.

*Unknown Number: Look at the car across the street. I wiped the rain from my eyes and looked up. Parked directly across from the restaurant was a black luxury SUV. The rear window rolled down slowly. Sitting in the backseat, holding an iPad displaying a live security feed of my empty apartment, was Richard Hartwell. He looked at me through the rain, his face expressionless, and tapped the screen of his tablet. A second later, a text popped up from the unknown number: *While you were at dinner, your landlord terminated your lease for corporate fraud, courtesy of the paper trail Adrian left. All your belongings are currently in bags on the curb outside your building.* *Welcome to the game, Emm

Of course, there were no traces of me left for him to find. He blew up my phone and bombarded me with texts, but I had blocked him ages ago. He tore the divorce papers to shreds, ignoring all of Rachel’s calls. “I don’t care where you’re hiding, Nina! I’ll find you again!” Meanwhile, I reached a place where the sun always shone. I basked in the sunlight, took in the ocean breeze, walking freely amidst the crowd. After a few days’ rest, I found a local hospital and did a full-body checkup. As I thought, my uterus was gone.

After Madeleine left, Megan received a call from her mother, Beatrice Bowman. "Megan, since you're back, can I start planning your blind date?" Beatrice asked. "Yes, I'm ready anytime, as long as he agrees." "You're so eager, huh? Make sure you try your best and get married soon, okay?" "Don't worry, Mom. I will." After hanging up, Megan smiled. She wanted nothing more than to marry him. … Lawrence hadn't returned to his apartment and had rented a place elsewhere. After he settled in, Maddison called.

Valtor won't be home till midnight as I was informed so I take the opportunity to escort Nella to the marketplace to buy groceries. Chatting all the way to the marketplace, I discovered we have many similarities. After the grocery shopping was done, Nella recalls she had forgotten something in the meat store and saying she didn't want to stress me and she could go alone and be back in a few minutes, she leaves me at a fruit store when I overheard some ladies in the next store talking. “Oh! How I pity her. I hope she doesn't get pregnant for him…” says one of the ladies. I don't know why I'm interested in this conversation that isn't my business but I still pay rapt attention to them to liste

"No more parties, no more female assistants—he's all business." I kept my thoughts to myself. After all, his life was no longer my business. … A year later, I found myself at the Royalia Opera House, lost in the story of The Lady of the Camellias. During the break, I ran into Matthew in the grand hall. He was thinner but looked well. Our eyes met, and he came over. "Elena." "Matthew." "You're looking well," he said. "Thanks. So do you." We fell into an awkward silence.

Scott just sighted rubbing his forehead” he must have been used to the drama You're right nana I shouldn't spoil my mood because of a home wrecker said Grace looking at Irene and I could tell her words had hit the spot because I saw her grind her teeth and Benjamin held her hand as she was about to stand up as well" Enough with the silly questions what matters is that you two are married now said Grace, me and your grandmother have a surprise for the both of you she said with a smile" two tickets to Hawaii she said excitedly I caughed hard as she said that" Scott noticed and passed me the glass of water again, and I just focused on drinking the water hoping Scott will say no

Alexander seemed to guess what was going through her mind and smiled mischievously. "I understand your hesitation, Samantha," he said. "But you have no choice. You see, during our last encounter, I gave you an eternal gift. A gift that will force you to transform on the first full moon after our encounter, and that full moon is tonight."

"I, Dalia Harper, reject you, Bert Landon as my mate." My jaw dropped. I wasn't expecting that. Dalia winced, probably trying to withstand the pain of the rejection. It must have been agonising since they were mated and marked. Yet, she did it. "I reject you. I reject you, Bert. Don't…" tears rolled down her cheeks as she choked on a sob. "Don't ever try to contact me or Kylan. We're done."