Evicted Novels & Stories

"You can't just—" "Actually, we can." Vivian's voice is sing-song, delighted. "Mother owns you. And now she's sold you. Simple business transaction." The younger man moves closer, his hands visible and empty. "We understand this is difficult. But fighting will only make it harder." My legs give out. I slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees. "This isn't happening." "Oh, but it is." Madame Celine's heels click against the floor as she approaches. "Consider it your eviction notice. With interest."

Not after today. I sank onto the couch, head in my hands. The eviction notice wasn’t even official—no paper, no warning. Just Mr. Frederick’s word. But I knew him. He wasn’t bluffing. He’d have his “boys” here by dark—big guys with tattoos and no questions. They’d throw my stuff on the curb without a second thought. I’d seen it happen to the lady in 2C last year.

“Walk away, and this nonprofit is finished.” Before I could answer, the intercom chimed again, sharp and impersonal. “Reminder,” the automated voice announced, “final eviction notice on file. Seventy-two hours remaining.” The words hit harder than any slap. I closed my eyes, my chest tight, Daniel’s presence still lingering like a storm that hadn’t passed. Pride told me to run. Fear told me to lock the door and pretend none of this was real. But the faces of the kids flashed through my mind. My father’s weak smile. Everything I stood to lose.

I stepped out of the car, my pulse roaring in my ears as reality hit me full force. My things were outside. All of them. Clothes. Books. Shoes. Pieces of my life reduced to cardboard and carelessness. “Oh my God…” I whispered. The landlord’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and irritated from weeks earlier. You’re already behind, Vivian. I can’t keep waiting. I’d begged. Promised. Asked for time I didn’t have. And now...I was evicted. I bent to pick up a box, my fingers trembling. Where was I going to spend the night?

The argument stopped as they noticed a man standing under the open doorframe. "Who are you? Get out of my house," Roger ordered, approaching the person. "Let me just give you a friendly reminder that this is a rented apartment. And I'm here to serve you this eviction notice,” said the man holding an eviction notice. "What?! No... wait..." Roger shouted when he took the piece of paper and gave it a read. He immediately dropped it and chased after the man. But he couldn't catch up as the man had gotten into the elevator which closed before Roger reached. "Damn it," Roger muttered, hitting the doors.

Piece by agonizing piece, my dream was being ripped from me. With a click, the call ended, and I stood motionless, gazing at the eviction notice as though I wanted it to disappear. However, it persisted, mocking my incapacity to correct this and teasing me with its strong lettering. I had invested all of my savings in this facility. I had used up all of my connections and favors, and now I had no other choice.

Just like that. Before I can even process the shock, my phone buzzes violently in my apron pocket. With shaking fingers, I pull it out. Two notifications stare back at me. From Landlord: Elle, Damien called to remove his name from the apartment lease. Since you have no proof of income and the rent is overdue, you are being evicted. My men are throwing your things onto the street right now. With a racing heart, I quickly open my online banking app, praying for a miracle. The screen loads.

Dunny didn’t believe in unnecessary pleasantries, and today was no different. “Hello, Eloise,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “Last week, I sent you a mail regarding your eviction from this apartment, but it seems you ignored it. So I’m here to hand you the eviction letter personally.” Eloise’s smile faltered. Her stomach twisted into knots. “Mr. Dunny, surely it hasn’t come to this—” He lifted a hand, silencing her. His wrinkled fingers gripped the folded paper tightly, his tired eyes meeting hers with no hint of sympathy. Without another word, he extended the envelope toward her, making it clear that there was no room for discussion.

THEN EVICTION NOTICE. “We have to vacate,” the landlord said. Not apologizing. “By midnight. New owner says. Cash offer. Triple the rent. Says the building’s a liability.” Reese. Adrian didn’t argue. Didn’t threaten. He just nodded. “We’ll be out by ten.” The landlord left. I sat on the mattress on the floor. Alex was playing with a plastic spoon. Isla and Ivy were kicking. Like they knew. “We have nowhere,” I said. Not a question.

Elara said, her voice low and steady. "It’s done," Sarah’s voice came through, sounding breathless and exhilarated. "The eviction was completed twenty minutes ago. Security confirmed Silas and Beatrice have left the premises with only their personal effects. And Elara? The markets are already reacting to the pre-market leaks. By the time the opening bell rings tomorrow morning, your father’s stock won't just be falling it will be down to zero. The Vance empire is officially a ghost story." Elara closed her eyes, a long, slow breath escaping her lungs. "Good. Let the ghost story be a warning to anyone else who thinks they can touch what is mine."