Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

Aria whispered loudly, “Uncle Adrian would pick my territory.” Adrian—who had silently climbed up behind us—said flatly, “I pick the territory with the least noise.” All three girls gasped. “That’s not ours,” they said in perfect unison. Cassian whispered to me, “They fear him.” “They respect him,” Lucian corrected. Adrian raised a brow. “Both.” I laughed helplessly. Finally, we arranged the loft with everyone’s input: Three little beds in a row Window seat with blankets Fairy lights Cassian brought

Lyra spoke coming up to join them all the while giving Landon a harsh look. “Where’s daddy?” She asked them. “Upstairs working on his nerd project.” The older one spoke, she looked about eight years old. “Madison.” Lyra warned. “What?” The girl asked in defence, “that’s what you call it.” The little girl’s eyes landed on me. “Who’s this mummy?” I suddenly felt like I was intruding. Lyra glanced up at me before stroking the girl’s hair. “A friend of uncle Thane.”

"Since I'm handsome and you're a total knockout, we do look like father and daughter, and I happen to love it when you call me Daddy." When he turned that gaze on Diana, the smile vanished and his expression went hard and irritated. "See, Mommy? I can call him Daddy," her daughter pressed. "But, sweetie... Mr. Turner is my boss, and—" She shot him a sour look before finishing. "With how moody he gets, we could be here today and he could decide to fire me tomorrow." "No, Daddy's not going to fire you," the little girl declared, oblivious to the staring match happening over her head. "My brothers say we're going to live here forever."

"I suspect after a month of scrubbing her floors and enduring her temper in the permafrost, the Nightfang bed will look like a luxury you were a fool to pass up." "What’s it going to be?" my father asked. "Accept the bond, or leave for Valeheart Manor at dawn." I lifted my chin, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Prepare the carriage. I’m going to the Highlands." The next morning, the Silverfang District disappeared behind a veil of gray mist. I wasn't being thrown into a cage, but as the heavy iron gates of our estate latched shut, it felt like a prison sentence all the same.

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

Cana commented with the landlord and she found an empty room ready for rent. “Then we can discuss the contract and terms, i will even give you a discount since you are Nawill’s girlfriend.” “Excuse me?” Both of them deny that. “Old man, she’s just a childhood friend in my hometown, not my girlfriend.” “That is true, we aren't in that relationship and besides he---…” she immediately covered her mouth and thought of her words first. “HE is like an older brother!” The landlord just laughed it off. “If that’s the case then it is okay. I understand.”

Mary's POV. "Rose, you need to get over here right now." I was standing in my son's apartment, staring at the torn divorce papers scattered across the living room floor, my hands shaking with rage and disbelief. Landon had called me an hour ago, barely coherent, rambling about Ophelia being some kind of millionaire heiress. "What's wrong, Mary?" Rose's voice was concerned through the phone. "You sound upset." "That witch served my son with divorce papers," I spat, kicking at the shredded documents. "And now she's claiming to be some rich princess. Landon is completely losing his mind over here."

“I missed that?! How the hell did I miss such entertainment?!” Bryce glared at him. “It’s not funny, jerk.” “It’s not funny,” Landon agreed, wiping his mouth. “It’s hilarious. Your daughter just staked her mother’s claim like a little mafia boss.” Bryce groaned. “Stop talking nonsense.” “I’m serious, man. She saw the threat and eliminated it verbally. Impressive tactics.” Bryce rolled his eyes. “She’s five.” “Exactly. You better hope she doesn’t inherit her Mom's attitude and your ruthlessness. That combo will burn cities.”

“Do you mind if I bring my daughter inside, Mr. Summers? I had to bring her along with me.” “Oh…of course.” Mr. Summers blinks. “Although I need an explanation as to who you are as well. Once I’ve gotten rid of this bozo.” “Gladly. If you let me talk to Lucia first, I'll tell you everything.” I realize those questions are going to be very awkward for me. I have no idea what Lucia’s dad will think, knowing that her landlord is his grandchild’s father, but it can’t be good. Nathan still stands where we left him, his expression saying he has no clue what is happening.

'thank you, but what you did was wrong, you think I kidnapped her, no, one of my tenants that occupied a room self-contained apartment, and after some months, he abandoned her in the room and went his way, up til now, we haven't set our eyes on him, and am a mother, I couldn't move away my eyes from her problems, and I can't send her out of my vicinity with her conditions, she was heavily pregnant when her husband left her, and I took all her problems upon me since then, despite I don't know any of our relatives but I made my daughter and not that I don't have, and all my children took her as the last born of my households, but Instead of you to commend me, you came to my house and started t