My Landlady Noona And Cote Novels & Stories

“Just… old things. I was cleaning.” Nolan climbs onto the couch and leans back, swinging his feet. “Your house is cozy,” he declares matter-of-factly. “Not big like ours, but I like it.” Something warm flutters in my chest despite myself. “Thank you.” Nova scrambles onto the couch beside her brother, curling her legs under her. Blackie hops up too, wedging herself between them like he’s already claimed them. Nova giggles, hugging her tightly. “You like cats, huh?” I ask softly, watching her stroke Blackie’s fur.

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.

Lola added quickly. “Okay,” Noah said making Lola relax. He repeated her words in his mind. “She said she hasn’t been dating anyone. For now?.. What about that guy?... “ He thought, but he said nothing else as he continued to drive. Maria Coker lived on the south side of the city and as the car got closer to home, the roads started getting familiar to Lola until she could guess what building came after each one. Lola was not surprised when Noah stopped exactly in front of her mother’s apartment. She noticed her mother’s car parked there already and Maria stood in front of the house looking towards their direction curiously as if waiting for them to get out of the car.

“It’s fine if you don’t know me, but I know you.” Jane then answered awkwardly, “Hi…Hello.” Since she did not know what the woman’s intention was, it was better for Jane to feign politeness. “Your name is Jane Sheen!” Jane answered calmly, “Yes.” “This is your…husband?” asked the woman, as she pointed at Noah. “Does that have anything to do with you?” Jane asked in return. “Of course!” said the woman instantly. “I am the landlady for this restaurant you’ve rented. Of course, I have the right to know. Are you a married couple or just having an illicit affair?” The woman’s tone was very frivolous.

While Clara seemed unwilling to answer. Soon they arrived at the magnificent residence. Naomi got out of the car followed by Clara, she is looking from a distance a well-dressed old woman was jogging towards them. "Let me introduce myself, I'm a butler of this house." Naomi bowed slightly, then smiled as she said, "Annyeong Haseo, I'm Naomi Lee, and this is my little sister, Clara." "Come with me, My Lord is waiting for you." The old woman walked first towards the backyard, where the dinner was taking place. Naomi felt something was strange, they can't decorate this house just for her and Clara, right?

Rabel said confidently as she gently rubbed her hands on Nona’s and gave her a soft smile. “C’mon, Mom! You don’t get it. I don’t wanna go to a fancy school a stranger is paying for!” Nona replied angrily, pushing her mom’s hand away. “He’s not a stranger. He is my husband, so please, please get used to it,” Rabel replied possessively. Suddenly, the drive became quiet as my mother remained silent, her eyes fixed on the road. I couldn’t believe I was leaving London. I felt a sharp pain tearing my heart apart as I gritted my teeth angrily.

Nichole shot up from the couch in alarm, her phone slipping from her hands. Five unfamiliar men stormed into the small living room, their movements quick and confident. Behind them, the landlady strolled in at her own pace, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She didn’t look angry anymore—she looked triumphant. “So,” she said coolly, eyeing the stunned family, “did you really think you could hide here forever?” Her voice, though soft, dripped with threat. “I’ve had enough of your excuses,” she snapped, suddenly raising her voice. “Six months of playing dumb. Six months of lies. But lucky for me…” she smiled sweetly, almost mockingly, “this building was just purchased earlier today.”

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: HAZE NOVA POV “Who owns this shirt?” Lena’s voice cracked through the room like a whip, yanking me out of sleep. “Are you looking for yours?” Katie groaned, dragging the blanket over her head. “Who. Owns. This. Shirt.” Lena’s tone had shifted. no longer annoyed, but deadly calm. The kind of calm that only came before a storm. “Bitch, shut up. It’s too early.”

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

My voice came out low, tight, barely controlled. Noah took a lazy sip before setting the glass down, his expression deliberately casual. “Relax, big brother. I’m just being a good neighbor.” Nana turned to look at him, surprise flickering in her soft features. “Neighbor?” Noah chuckled, slow and amused, like he was enjoying a private joke. “Luigi sold his mansion to me. I’m the new owner.” His gaze flickered back to me, sharp and calculating. “We’re neighbors now, Simon.”