Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

The man had asked. My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty. Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.” They cheered for that, clinking their glasses. “Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue. “Well, it is nice to meet you Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”

I threw my phone on the bed and ran my hand over my hair. Slowly I felt tears force their way out. I couldn't lose my scholarship! I couldn't lose my apartment and my job! If I did not only would I be miserable for the rest of my life, my mum would die. Lance's POV I gazed at the red content in the glass cup for a few minutes before lifting it to my lips. For some reason I was in an insanely..should I say joyful mood today? Why? Maybe because my idiot of an elder brother had failed to acquire one of the most massive contracts the family had been aiming for. Of course Ema Claw had beat him to it. They didn't know that though. They had simply being rejected. Unlike what a majority thought, Ema

“In the end, Charles and Luna got onstage and declared Luna's return to the Landry family, and after that… “They ended the party early.” Lucas pointed at the empty hall and added, “There are not many people inside anymore.” Joshua’s entire body shook when he heard this. “Luna… Did she announce that she’s now the eldest daughter of the Landry family?” Lucas nodded, then quickly shook his head. “Not the eldest…the second. The eldest daughter of the Landry family is still Heather.”

Destiny was a very brilliant girl in her class, she always performed well in her study due to her well performance, she was given a double promotion from class to class. Two month later after the landlord had left, I received a message that landlord has died I was so surprised to hear the news, I wailed uncontrollably for several days because landlord was God sent to me. Next two days after the burial, landlord's children called us together for a meeting. We are informed that the house will be managed and control by a lawyer and would attend to everything concerning the house.

Gabrielle said can't be denied. Elea then put her index finger under her lips. She is at war with his mind between refusing or accepting his boss's very tempting offer. "But what do I have to pay the rent, boss?" Elea asked confused. Again the rent is being talked about. It's really amazing how this little girl thinks. 'With your body and love Elea'. "We'll talk about that later. Now get up and clean yourself up in the bathroom. They'll help you get ready!" Gabrielle said while pointing at the maid standing behind her.

Then, she found out that Harriet is dating her handsome cousin, Zion. The most shocking ever is that it turned out that Harriet is the daughter of the richest businessman in the world. She’s above them. Madell saw how her mother knelt down in front of the lowly dog and it seems that her brother will take Harriet’s side no matter what happened. And so, Madell came with a big plan. She admitted that it will hard to fight against her now that she’s at the top. ‘But as Madell Fabroa, I won’t let that girl trample our family,’ Madell promised.

“We signed a one-year contract, and it has not expired yet!” “It has not, but you’ll have to pay the rent, Mrs. Grist!” “Don’t worry. I won’t owe you the rent!” Cordelia pouted. “I’ll transfer it to you soon! “Also, please remember that I’m not Mrs. Grist!” She raised her voice and enunciated each word clearly to the landlord. “My husband is Mr. Hamerton!” “Oh… Okay, Mrs. Hamerton!” The landlord did not care if it was Grist or Hamerton as long as she could get the payment.

"Then whose—" "Eden’s," I cut her off, the name tasting like cold steel. "The penthouse is now hers. Everything you thought you were entitled to, everything you used to lord over that girl while you were letting monsters into her bed... it all belongs to her now. You are a squatter in your daughter's house." Lilian let out a strangled cry, her knees buckling as she gripped the edge of the mahogany table. "You're insane. You're giving her everything? She's a child! She's nothing!"

I feel so disrespected, but there’s nothing I can do, and that horrid man knows it. “I don’t like that wicked man. Don’t cry, mummy.” My four-year-old daughter’s voice drags me out of my reverie, and I pull myself together for her sake and go join her again on our worn sofa. She looks close to tears herself, which makes me all the more sad. For a four-year-old child, she acts way more mature than her age, and is far intelligent beyond her years. I know for certain that she knows exactly what the landlord wants from me, and the fact that I can't shield her from knowing about such things at her tender age makes me feel like the world’s biggest failure.

They were lucky to have secured electricity and indoor plumbing. "We have a new pack member. A young girl. She moved to Laramie a few days ago. I need you to go clean out her house and tell her landlord she won't be returning; it shouldn't take long. Nobody else will notice her missing. No family or friends, hadn't even started her job yet. They'll assume she flaked." "We know the landlord?" "Dale Bode." "Give me some money," Lucas said. "That man won't even blink."