My Landlord Noona Novels & Stories

Three months of missed rent had finally caught up with them. "What are we going to do?" Maya asked, tears threatening. "We can't be homeless." Sophia was quiet for a long moment. Then: "I might have an idea. But you're going to think I'm insane." "Try me." "Our landlord is Mr. Kane. You've met him, right? Tall, powerful, definitely connected to some... less legal businesses?" Maya nodded. Kane was intimidating, late forties, silver at his temples, the kind of man who commanded a room just by entering it. Expensive suits, expensive watch, dangerous eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” But a smile tugged at her lips. Zane sat beside her, close but careful. “You used to draw every day,” he said. “What happened?” “You happened.” He didn’t flinch. “Good or bad?” Lena looked down at her charcoal-stained fingers. “I’m still figuring that out.” The next morning brought a complication. While Lena was in the kitchen, her phone buzzed. A message from her brother, Noah. Noah: Lena, I know you said not to worry, but the landlord came again. I overheard him say he’s changing the locks this weekend if rent doesn’t come in. Are you okay?

Luckily, Noelle had driven there, so once they were done shopping, she dropped Arya off before heading back to her rented apartment. The landlord looked surprised to see Noelle. "Ms. Shaw, what brings you back all of a sudden?" She noticed the bags in Noelle's hands and hesitated. "Are you planning to move back in? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?" The landlord knew Noelle had a boyfriend. After all, with the commotion from previous times, it was hard to miss. Though she had never met him, the landlord assumed he was someone important. Seeing Noelle return, she began to imagine all sorts of scenarios, even gazing at Noelle with a hint of sympathy.

Yet, then again, she didn't expect he would fly to England in hopes of finding Olivia either. "You can't," she whispered, trying to catch on his bluff. Nothing about him changed, so Anne let out a panicked laugh. "You wouldn't. I'm your aunt." Noah reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone. With a swipe of his thumb, he dialled someone with such ease; it looked like he had called the number every day for years. It took about five seconds until Noah spoke to someone, "Cut off the cards and any financial support for Anne Monroe. Serve the thirty-day eviction notice today."

She slammed the counter. Mrs. Matron yawned and replied calmly. "I'm not kidding you." "Then Mrs. Manager I want to see your manager." Doona tapped the glass, her lips squeezed, and her brows furrowed at the woman. "That would be the owner of this apartment building, you know that, right?" Mrs. Matron asked, and Doona nodded furiously. She did not care who it was, be it the president; she had a bone to pick with the type of management that hired someone as unqualified as Mrs. Matron.

Marble pillars, shiny floors, and gold ornaments in every corner of the building exuded a cold yet authoritative aura of elegance. This mansion was not just a place to live. It was a statement of power—about who was in charge, who ruled, and who could only look on from a distance. Inside the mansion, Donna Lancaster sat on the sofa with a worried look on her face. She sighed heavily. “Pfft...” “What if Luna really doesn't want to marry my son, Nick?” Donna talked to herself. Her gaze was blank, staring in no particular direction. "Is he really unable to marry her?"

Alicia explained, causing Luna to nearly choke on her own saliva. "Seriously?" "I've never been this serious," Alicia responded. "Well, that's good. It shows there's a bit of progress and a denial of the rumors that have been circulating," Luna said. Naomi was the owner of the agency that now represented Luna. She was a twenty-nine-year-old woman who had never once been involved in rumors with any man, despite many handsome and wealthy men pursuing her. Naomi would always distance herself from them. This was the first time she had gotten involved in such a rumor, and Luna didn't know if it was true. If it was, Luna would congratulate Naomi. Their relationship was amicable, although not as cl

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

“You should have let him take control and enjoyed the great sex that came with it. At least you would have gotten laid.” At her crude words, my cheeks warmed and images colored my mind of how getting laid by Chance Macklemore would be. Doggy style. Ugh, it was all Noona’s fault with her creative words. “Noona,” I warned her in a low voice. “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I just want you to give yourself a chance and get out there. I know you are shy because of Jack, but you can’t continue, even in death, to let him hold you back. You deserve to be happy and have a good man.” Her voice was soft. I knew she meant well. Of course, taking that agreement wouldn’t be moving on. There was a s

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"