My Landlord Noona นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said loudly, “Stop this nonsense! This place is the Selavy family’s gift to me for my wedding to your brother. Jon and I are the ones who own this place. How dare an outsider like you make demands?” “This place was given to you for your wedding?” I was so angry that I nearly started laughing. “Did you hit your head somewhere, Naomi? Or are you just playing dumb? I’m only letting you live here because I consider you family. Have you or Jon ever spent a single cent on this place?” Naomi’s face reddened when I hit a nerve. “You’d better mind your tongue! Do you think you’re so great just because you pay? You should rightly be helping out your family! Your parents have agreed to let me use y

“Please, D… let’s meet tomorrow. I will come to Mountview myself. Do you want me to die from needs?” “Needs?” Leon teased, raising a brow. “You have girlfriends and boyfriends everywhere. Aren’t they taking care of that?” Noa’s expression shifted instantly to serious. “What if I tell you they’re not? They’re just people around, not you.” He leaned closer to the camera. “Come on, Diamond, you’re driving me crazy. Look at those blue eyes of yours. They're so enticing.” Noa smiled shyly, stared down at his boxer, and shook his head in disbelief.

“I knew it. His grandfather was exactly the same way.” Lunch resumed. Cutlery scraped, conversations restarted in low murmurs. I started to breathe again. “So I imagine I’ll be getting great-grandchildren soon,” Noona said, still smiling. I choked on my juice. Rowan’s hand was on my back in seconds, the other passing me a paper towel. “Noona.” He said. “She needs to finish college first.” “Sorry, child,” Noona said rubbing my hand. Noona passed me a glass of water, still looking far too pleased with herself.

My android guards mumble something but make no move to follow as Darla leads into a storage building. "Noe doesn't trust you?" Darla asks casually as if we are a friend. "Guess so," I state as I glance at a dark blue crate near the front. "I see." A thoughtful look passes over the woman's face. "So Noe hires humans now?" I snicker, shaking my head. "Yeah, right. Still wants to marry me for his own fucked up reasons."

"she looks just like you, Karina, when you were a baby!" "Come, come one in, stop standing around," nonno said grumpily. he always was a grumpy old man, but he was always amazingly kind. "Yes, come in and find your rooms. names are on doors, " Nona said as she took Jane into the living room. "Karina, I'm gonna steal my great granddaughter for a bit. Just leave me what I need, and you go rest your aunts, and I got her." Nona was asking, and I wasn't going to protest.

His voice is a low growl, vibrating with a warning that makes the nearby guests shift uncomfortably. “Long time no see, son.” “Not long enough.” Nero doesn’t look at her. His eyes are locked on me, searching my face for any sign of damage. “I was just telling your girl how pleasing she is to the eye,” Donna Nera says, her dry voice wearing off. “I see why you’re holding on so tight. It’s a shame, really. Every fairytale has its final page, and I think I can hear yours turning.”

Still on the call, he headed back out to the balcony. I was dodging Bernice and Mark as they came at me, and just as I was about to dial behind my back, my phone started ringing. In the middle of dodging them, my thumb slipped and hit the speaker button, and Mr. Hale's gravelly voice blasted out of my phone. "Hello? Is this Mr. Blackwell, the landlord for Farlon Tower, unit 207?" Bernice still hadn't caught up to what was happening and went for my phone, but Mark had already gone still.

I was exhausted. Body and soul. "Don't worry about the discharge paperwork. I already had someone take care of it." Kaela glanced at me. "Where do you want to go?" "My apartment." It was a small place I'd bought with money from my studio. Nothing fancy. But it was mine. A place that belonged to me alone. Kaela nodded and turned the car around. She didn't ask any more questions. "Luke, you've carried a lot these past few years."

she curled her lips as she spoke, waiting for the caller to introduce him or herself. “Hello, I’m Mrs. Nox, your landlady at your new apartment in Florida.” the person informed her over the phone and she exhaled deeply. She rented the apartment online without seeing the person or sharing any contact information. After not hearing from the person for hours, she thought she has been scammed. Another hope glittered in her eyes, she was filled with surprise on hearing the woman’s statement. “Thank you very much ma.” that was the next statement she was able to produce.