My Landlord Noona Novels & Stories

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.

Since Caroline did not want to take a look, Liberty folded Noa’s resume and stuffed it back into the envelope. She placed the envelope on the coffee table and asked Noa to sit. Noa refused and said, “I came to report to duty, ma’am. I need to sort out my accommodation. I won’t hang around unless instructed.” The resume provided Noa’s contact number. Liberty could call the number to get through to Noa. “Where do you live?” Noa replied respectfully, “I stay where Darren stays. We usually live somewhere close to Fisher Manor.”

Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word. Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating. “You must be Nora” “Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself

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.

he said coldly and sarcastically. "But still single, right, sir?" She asked again. Aih, this girl really insists! So brave! "What's your name? From which outlet?" asked Logan, staring intently with knitted brows at the girl named Nona. "My name is Nona from LA, Sir, height 160, weight 50kg. Single, still a virgin, and ready to get married as soon as possible if the candidate is you!" Eh... crazy! This girl! Gosh! Gosh! I'm in shock! Mental breakdown! This human named Nona.. is so brave!

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?

Nora had been handling things well. If she was calling me in, it meant something had happened—something she couldn’t handle. And if Nora couldn’t handle it, it was bad. Really bad. "What’s going on?" I asked. I could hear murmuring in the background. "I don’t know. The landlord is here, demanding we move out immediately," she said. I held my breath. What the fuck? "Immediately?" I asked. She hummed in response. "Yeah. He brought a moving company." I waved down a cab, heart pounding.