Evicted Novels & Stories

Maya was late again. Not a little late. The kind of late that came with a warning stapled to it. Mr, Damien had said it last week, straight, right to her face, in the voice he used when he wasn't kidding. "One more time, Maya. One more and you're done." Rent was due in five days. She had only forty dollars in her account and a fridge with ketchup and half an onion in it. So no. Getting fired was not an option tonight.

Eric asked sternly "Why don't you ask your parents what they did to Evelyn Mills?" Evelyn finally said "What are you talking about?" Eric asked "I am sure you can find that out... If that is all, then you can let go of my arms now, Mr Eric Aragon." Eric stayed transfixed not wanting to let go so Evelyn asked "Mr Eric Aragon what do you want?" "Evelyn, I have missed you" He said "Okay then, if that is all. You should evacuate this building by next week or you'll have to leave through the legal way" Evelyn said and released her hands from Eric's grip forcefully and left.

I said and hugged her. " I love you." I said, and she replied with an " I love you too. " Astrid broke the hug almost immediately when he gets a mind link from border security. “Astrid, I have to leave its emergency; someone entered the territory. “Vance said and stood up. He was about to go but was stopped as Astrid called him out. “Take care to be safe, “ she said and kissed his forehead. Vance smiled and walked out of the room.

“Jules Beaumont, this is your landlord. I have someone who wants your apartment. They’re willing to pay me a year’s worth of rent today. But because you have been with me for a while now, I’m willing to decline the offer, but only if you can make rent before twelve midnight.” “And if I don’t?” “You’d be served an eviction notice. I’m sorry.”

“A New Realtor has purchased the building. He’s decided to move forward with immediate evictions for several units. I’m sorry to inform you, Ms. Stone, but you have six hours to vacate.” Ariana blinked, staring at the bags scattered on the couch like maybe they held some secret answer. “Six… hours? That… that can’t be right! I’ve lived here for three years. There has to be a process! Who… who bought it?” “The new owner is Mr. Daniel Elan Blackwood,” Marta said again. “He authorized me to deliver the notice. You have six hours to move out.”

The sharp edge in his voice smoothed into his usual calm. “Why are you at the hospital? Who’s the patient?” Evelyn didn’t hesitate. “There are still some elderly people in the old district who refuse to move. One woman became a victim of the forced eviction. She’s over ninety. She almost died. Luckily, I got there in time.” “The Callahan people?” Sebastian’s brows drew together. “Chloe Hartman,” Evelyn said flatly. The name darkened his expression. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. She won’t be interfering again.” His tone left no room for doubt.

She seemed pleasantly relieved. “You were actually planning to move out.” She explained to me as I walked in and saw boxes near the entrance. Mr. Andrews walked in behind me. Joanne went momentarily wide eyed and said, “Mr. Andrews. I wasn’t expecting you.” “I’m here on behalf of the property owner. There was a disturbance here a few nights ago. The building received a few noise complaints and the owner is concerned about the damages and future damages that may occur. Since this fight and damage done to the apartment was a direct violation of the tenant agreement, the owner has decided to evict you. 10 days warning is standard but since the owner wishes to use the property, she’d offering to

Not from fear or sadness, but from sheer, unbridled fury. I unlocked the gate and stepped inside, only to freeze. Another notice was taped to the door—this one stamped with bold red letters: EVICTION NOTICE. VACATE WITHIN 24 HOURS. I ripped it off the door and crumpled it in my fist. "Thea?" I turned to see Liam standing in the doorway, a bag of takeout in his hands. "What's that?" he asked, nodding to the paper in my hand. I didn't answer. I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

“Yes. I can’t get into the elevator and I’m too tired to use the stairs. Is something wrong with my card?” She handed it over and he studied it gently for a moment before handing it back over, “There’s nothing wrong with the card ma’am. It just means you’ve been evicted. “ “What?!!!!” “Yeah,” he shrugged lightly, “SAN limited owns this building now.”

I went to the supermarket on the weekend, languidly pushing my shopping cart as I purchased whatever I wanted. To my surprise, I ran into the lady who used to live downstairs. She told me that Cecelia, Lillian, and Isabel had been evicted by the landlord and that their belongings were scattered all over the hallway. They even went at each other's throats for a long time. Apparently, it took the cops barking at them for them to calm down. It also seemed that they failed to get a hold of the landlord, so the standoff dragged on for quite some time. I went home, put on an apron, and made my favorite goulash. I even garnished it with finely sliced raw onions and f