My Landlord Noona Novels & Stories

On my seventh day in Snowcall, one of my friends, Lucas Freeman, called me out of the blue. "Miranda, when are you coming back?" "I'm not planning to anytime soon," I replied. "Norton's birthday is next week. You're not going to come celebrate?" "I'll pass, but I'll send something." The conversation went quiet, and I could hear Lucas awkwardly passing the phone to someone else. "Maybe you should try talking to Miranda. She usually listens to you," he said.

“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.”

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 was beautiful, with a stunning figure, and her voice was incredibly gentle and sweet. A spark of warmth finally seemed to return to Christian’s eyes. However, when he turned his gaze back to me, that same old contempt and detachment returned. “Have you made up your mind yet? Are you drinking it or not?” Staring into his unfamiliar, almost merciless eyes, I clenched my fists tightly. “I’m sorry, but I’m just a delivery rider. I have every right to refuse your unreasonable demands.” It wasn’t like this would be the first time a landlord kicked me out. Compared to the four years of drifting aimlessly abroad, why would a little financial hardship matter now?

Forget terminal illnesses, he rarely even caught common colds or fevers. She would even use her own son as bait for money. What was more, the way Naomi put up an attitude while jacking up the price was so blatantly obvious in those two videos. Everyone had their own take on whether she was a shady landlord. This time, Naomi became the pariah everyone shunned. [And I actually believed you! You would even curse your own son? How disgusting!] [Stop embarrassing housewives. For heaven’s sake, it was just a persona she built. Word is she’s been swapping luxury bags every few days since renting out the place. She has been purely living off Sasha’s money.]

“If that’s what you youngsters call it these days. Noel, be a dear and help me take these plates to the kitchen.” He complied without a word and I could finally breathe. I turned to her. “Thank you for breakfast, ma’am—” “Call me Noona. Everyone does. Saying ma’am makes me feel older than I look.” I nodded, flashing a smile. “Thanks, Noona.” “You’re welcome to my home, anytime.” But her grin was suspicious. “And while we’re on that subject, what do you think about my grandson?”