My Landlady Nonna Novels & Stories

I pull up to the gate and wait for them to open. I drive up to the driveway and park the SUV. Climbing out, I walk towards the door and walk in. The butler greets me and I nod my head at him as the smell of freshly baked cookies assaults my nose. Oh nonna, we all love her cooking. I always gain a few extra pounds when I come here. But she is nonna and you can’t refuse her. She may be a gentle old lady, but she won’t think twice about hitting you with her rolling pin, whilst cussing you out in Italian. “Hey, nonna. Something smells good in here.” I say from the doorway. She turns around and her face lights up. She walks to me, wiping her hands on her pinny before she grabs my cheeks and kisse

“Ma’am, that’s not fair. It’s only been two months since I missed paying rent. Why are you kicking me out already? I told you I’ll pay, didn’t I?” “Well, well, listen to this! You’re the one who owes me money, yet you act so bold, as if you’re someone important!” I almost screamed when Aling Lena, the landlady of this so-called ‘apartment,’ threw a fragile mug at me. Thank goodness I managed to dodge it, otherwise, I’d be in the hospital next to Thirdy right now.

After a bit or rustle and bustle inside of her house , she comes outside with a box and a magazine . " Some cookies . Tomorrow is ya birthday innit ? " Nova hesitated for a moment and then smiled faintly . Muttering a thanks , she gladly takes it from her hand . She had considered denying it as it wasn't something they needed particularly , then she remembered how happy Nora would look to receive cookies as a present as opposed to the plain bread with soup they usually have .

The doors creaked open before I could raise my hand to knock and a woman who looked like she was in her mid fifties,her hair was tied in a neat bun. " You must be Elena,” she said " come in” I stepped into the beautiful foyer, surveying the high ceilings and the antique furniture. Living in a place like this, with just a normal rent,is a dream come true! " I'm Claire, the housekeeper. I'll show you to your room but first… Rules!” I nodded. " Mr Cruor,the landlord is… particular," she said carefully. “He's a neat freak,so clean up after yourself. No loud music,no guests and absolutely,no staying out past 9 pm".

She looks up the moment my foot hits the bottom stair. Her eyes find mine immediately,sharp and assessing. “What the hell are you looking at?” she snaps. “Get the drink I asked for!” I shudder. Nonna walks out of the kitchen carrying the drink. She places it carefully on the table. “What kind of slow bitches did my son hire here?” She snarls, jerking her chin toward me. “You should fire that one!” Nonna’s eyes narrow and she straightens immediately. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” She apologizes, then retreats back to the kitchen.

Her voice was confident as she went on, "Veronica, make no mistake. This apartment belongs to the Campbells. It was Noah's. Now that he's gone, it belongs to us. I can change the locks whenever I want." I raised my voice and shot back, "My mom bought this apartment for me! The deed is in my name. This whole time, your entire family has been freeloading here!" But Pamela didn't believe a word I said. "Stop lying! Noah bought this apartment. Now that he's gone, you have nothing to do with the Campbells anymore. What right do you have to stay here? Get the hell out!" "I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to open the door or not?"

the chapter contains sexual content Jason POV ''Bye Nonna, I love you so much you have a good day okay?'' I said to her. ''Yes, honey, will you be back for my seventy-seventh birthday?'' ''Nonna, have I ever missed your birthday?'' ''No.'' ''There's your answer,'' I winked. She pulled me closer to her face and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She whispered to my ear and said ''If you don't marry that girl soon I'm going to kick your butt.''

She just quietly protested, "Stop saying things like that!" Mr. Hale looked more than satisfied. As he stepped out onto the balcony to take a call, he spoke over his shoulder. "Getting my investment is in your hands now." The second those words sank in, Bernice and Mark lit up like they were possessed, greed blazing in their eyes. I moved before they could, shoving Valerie into the bedroom and turning the lock. She stood there in a daze, whispering from the other side, "What's happening?" I could barely catch a few words from the balcony, something about a landlord and somewhere called Farlon Tower.

The guests were stunned when the attendants served them instant noodles. Finding it odd, they exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. Their eyes were filled with disdain. Emerald’s face turned pale. I, on the other hand, pretended as if nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and invited everyone to start eating. “What are you waiting for? Dig in. Do none of you like this flavor?” Emerald’s expression kept changing. In the end, she could no longer hold back and questioned me in a high-pitched voice, “Jonathan, you’ve got to be kidding me! You’re serving instant noodles at a wedding banquet?!”

The last bit of hope I had quietly died. I clenched my fists tightly. It seemed that I needed to pay a visit to his mansion. The next day, Grace left for work at six in the morning as usual. After she left, I asked a friend to babysit Jack and went to Cloud Mansion. The mansion looked like a castle. There were a garden and a balcony, even a sunroom on the third floor. There was a basement too. It was the kind of home I had never even dared to dream of. Soon, the door opened.