My Landlady Nonna Novels & Stories

They were here to send me off from this lovely, friendly country. “Oh, please don’t cry. I will not be going that far. Just across the Atlantic Ocean,” I joked before Nonna was hugging me again. I was hugging her as I was looking at Nonno who was sniffing his nose before his eyes were red. I think he was trying so hard not to shed any tears. “Nonno?” I called after him as I was spreading my arms. I was looking at him before he was coming at me. “What can I say? You’re the best waitress that we can get, Astrid. And you told me that you will be with us for months,” he said as I laughed.

After what seemed like forever, Antonio finally pulled away from me. As my mind wandered, I remembered the hidden passage, and I pointed toward the wedding photo on the wall, asking him, "How did you discover this?" Antonio pulled me into his arms, his hands gently moving over my body as he spoke. "On the first day I moved in, I accidentally broke that glass. That was when I discovered it. I couldn't believe my room was right next to yours, the room of the raunchy landlady." I froze when I heard his words.

It was as if she feared I would not see them. “What? Aside from me, who else would be so nice?” When she said that, many people popped out of the rooms and praised her for being beautiful and kind. “If Prissy hadn’t felt bad for us for staying in our school hostel without air-conditioning and kindly rented us her place, we wouldn’t have been able to stay in such a comfortable and luxurious place!” “That’s right. She’s only asking for 200 dollars a month. She’s really serving the people!” “I heard that Jacob gifted Prissy this place. Charlene, both of them find you annoying. Why are you here?”

Mismatched chairs and the faint sound of an accordion playing through old speakers. Derek was already there, standing near the kitchen, speaking in low tones to a tiny woman with gray hair twisted into a braid and a spoon in her hand like a scepter. She turned and beamed when she saw Aiden. “Dio mio!” she cried. “Look at him!” Derek stepped forward and introduced us. “This is Nonna Lucia,” he said. “She’s like a second mother to me. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid.”

Meredith's underwear whenever she wasn't looking, and use it to help me jerk off. Young women living in big cities like her were just so young and supple. She had beautiful skin, and even her dirty, soiled clothes and underwear carried an unexpectedly pleasant scent. Irene was nice to me, too. We usually ate dinner together at the dining table. I would help out with the house chores from time to time, cleaning and washing the dishes, and we sort of functioned like a small family of three. I bet that Irene definitely didn't know that I had such a lewd, perverted hobby of sniffing and jerking off to their underwear despite looking and behaving like an absolute gentleman.

But when I stepped into the hallway and I saw the scene in the living room downstairs, I stopped dead in my tracks. It looked like the entire family had emptied the DeLuca manor and decided to show up here. Gabriel and Jakob were arguing near the staircase about whose English was more authentic, while Elena was arranging some flowers in a vase and muttering under her breath about how dusty my house was. And in the middle of it all, Nonna was yelling orders like a general marshaling her troops, with her ancient apron decorated with faded floral prints. Everyone looked up when I walked in, and they all smiled at me. "Adriano!" Nonna said, and this time she turned and saw me, and her eyes softe

“That’s the best cheesecake I’ve ever tasted in my life. Nonna should sell her cheesecakes.” “Zander,” Nonna said from beside him. “Yes, Nonna,” I replied. “I approve of this marriage based on your love for my cheesecake,” Nonna said, bursting out in laughter. “Just kidding! I approve because you are soulmates. Mark my word, though, if you harm Mia Bella, I will personally put you six feet under.” I leaned into Isabella and whispered, “Is it bad that Nonna scares me more than Antonio?”

“Our almighty gutter rat. The one who thinks she's better than the filth she came from.” I froze mid-step, but Stefan walked in behind me, clearly taken aback. “Nonna, What are you doing here at this hour?” “I told you, Stefan,” she snapped, “this leech will drag our family name through the dirt, Mark my words!” I was already shaking with rage, but I kept my voice civil, “Good evening, Nonna, What have I done wrong this time?”

My landlord's name was Leah Burke. She was in her early 20s and had a smoking hot body with delightfully smooth skin. Leah often donned dresses of various designs. Whenever she passed by, I could vaguely see the lacey texture of her underwear. It had been almost a month since I moved in, but she never greeted me whenever we saw each other. She was quite a standoffish beauty. This afternoon, I signed a big business deal. It delighted my boss so much that he had me get off work early as a reward. Little did I expect to see my gorgeous landlord outside my apartment door.

She has this way of making everyone feel welcomed and wanted. My nonna is very passionate woman, If she decides to do something just know she is going to give it her all. My Nonno always talks about the day he knew my Nonna was the one for him, he said that particular day my Nonna invited him for a friend's restaurant opening but two of the waiters fell ill the day before due to food poisoning. My nonna graciously filled in for the two staff even though she didn't have any experience whatsoever in waiting table and after the event almost at something to nice to say about her service. My Nonno claims she was the most beautiful waitress he had ever seen and now whenever he tell the story we al