My Landlord Noona Novels & Stories

Bile gathered in my stomach as I understood the meaning of that shameless look. “Son of a bitch!” Noah hissed, obviously getting a hint, too. The older man ignored him. Smirking, he said again. “You might be a castaway, but you’re not that bad looking for…” He continued speaking, but I already tuned him out. Liam was behind this. That was the only logical explanation because the landlord wasn’t doing this because Noah had refused to pay rent. No. I was well aware that Noah had paid him a two-year commission.

I turned around and saw a punk with blond hair and a sleazy air all over him swaggering over. "I'm the landlord. You were looking for me?" He squinted his eyes and sized me up from head to toe. "Where's Mr. Lawson?" I frowned. My apartment had always been managed by Mr. Lawson from the agency, and he had been very responsible. "Looks like you've done your homework and know my uncle's surname," he said smugly. "I'll be honest with you, my uncle's on a business trip. This place is my turf now!"

Doona was quick to answer with a smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She was the only one aware of the relationship between meI and my said uncle and what had also gone down between us. Imagine her shock at the information the first time she saw him in my home a few days ago. My eyes remained on Ronald even as Doona answered and I didn't miss the slight twitch in his eyebrows and the quick furrow before he nodded his head. “Has she gotten a place to stay in college? The college hostel is pretty expensive and I'm guessing that would be more than your budget,” he continued, his eyes on my mother, no doubt intentionally avoiding staring into mine.

The thought of Nora running away sent a chill down my spine. I set the cup down carefully, forcing my tone steady. “If she does,” I said, “I’ll find her. You know the mantra, Luna, entra vivo e esci morto. You enter alive, you leave dead.” “I’m not questioning the rules,” Luna said softly. “I’m questioning the man enforcing them.” She gave me a long, pointed look. “Start acting like her husband, not her warden.” And with that, she turned and walked off, probably straight to Nora.

Alexandre asked and I only nodded my head. “I'd like to know what you use. Drop names before you leave. Okay?” I nodded at Noelle's question. I did not know what the names were. But I was going to find out. “So what is your relationship to our owner?” Emily questioned, speaking for the first time. “Your owner?” I brows furrowed. “Yes. Our landlord occupies the penthouse and he barely lives there. I know he stays in New York.” Oh, Killian was the landlord. That only meant that he owned the building.

My mother, Martha Hale, stood beside the stove with her back turned and her shoulders pulled tight like she was trying to disappear into the wall. I recognized one of the women immediately, and my stomach dropped hard and fast. It was Donna Pryce, the landlord's assistant, she was holding a white envelope in her hand, tapping it against the table. "There she is," Donna spat out mockingly, looking directly at me without smiling. The other two women stopped laughing and looked over as well, and I felt nervous suddenly. "We have been waiting for you," Donna said, placing the white envelope flat on the table and sliding it toward the edge with one finger.

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.”

[No. [Exactly. She won't come. What are you gonna do about it?] Eon has no answer to his wolf's question. If Li Na didn't come back to Luna, what would he do?

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

"This is my little girlfriend here." Everyone burst into laughter when they heard that. "Don't try to bluff your way through this, Tony. How could someone like you even find yourself a girlfriend in the first place?" "He's right. I bet you just abducted her off the streets or something." "Honestly speaking, Tony, we might not be well off, but we can't stoop so low as to resort to human trafficking, you know?" I couldn't be bothered to reply to a single one of them. I was telling the truth, after all.