My Landlord Noona Novels & Stories

“Five, technically. Nessa doesn’t fuck him. She just runs the house.” Okay, maybe I didn’t need this much information. “Sorry for disturbing. I just couldn’t sleep.” I backed away from the door. “You sure you want to leave?” Lona called after me, her voice still teasing. “The invitation’s always open. We can put you to sleep.” “No thanks,” I said quickly. “We’ll be here if you change your mind,” Kayla called out. Just as I turned away, I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye—Kayla pulling Lona’s face back between her legs, already moaning again.

A lot of people don’t know, so how? Leona moves closer to me with a nasty smile on her lips. Her long polished red nails travel through my chest, “You don’t need to hide your expression, Alpha Blade. I know you are not aware that Nova is a princess. I know you don’t know that Alpha Arthur and Nova are in the Blue Moon Pack right now. I know you don’t know that I know a lot. But I do know. So much that you or anyone else can ever imagine.”

“I know. I can hardly wait. Of course, I don’t know for sure if I’ll be able to get in before Christmas this year, but next year…. Anyway, I might be getting ahead of myself. The bank accepted my offer right away, but like I said, we’ll have to do inspections and all of that.” “The bank?” Noelle asked, slightly confused. “What happened to the owners?” She remembered the older couple who lived there before well. Her mother had known the woman. She used to pass out homemade popcorn balls on Halloween. She was a sweet soul, though Noelle couldn’t quite remember her name. Her husband’s name was John, that much she remembered, because it was such a common name.

"Oh, I just thought he looked like a guy I once knew." Noa steps into the room, her apron as stained as mine, shoulder-length black hair tied back behind her. She has been the kindness, yet most curious person I have met since being here. My silence on my life bothers her, which is why I have aimed to keep my distance, although it hasn't exactly worked. "That's the first real hint I've gotten about you," she jokes. I'm used to her jabs, her subtle ways of probing for answers. It's fascinating to her, having a foreigner with Golden Province looks and a Jade

There was no other way, in the end, she could only write it herself. After staying up all night, she finished writing. Bertha frowned and glanced at Allison. Allison knew she was talking too much, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at Bertha. No one paid attention to the small action between the two of them. They are all curious who is the boss of Novaland real estate? Although Novaland real estate doesn't look too outstanding now, the person behind it is very talented. If it continues to grow, it will become an awkward competitor.

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

Ethan warned. * * * ‘Ding-dong’ The doorbell rang. Tristan and Ethan were bingeing fast and furious when they heard it. Tristan paused the channel and went to get the door. “Hi, Tristan Hooke” Noa smiled as Tristan stared jaw dropped at her and her trolley box standing beside her on his balcony. “Hi” he said slowly, trying to regain himself. “I agree to your contract. I need the distraction from Rodney besides” she shrugged and laughed nervously.

She had been the irresponsible one who didn’t give them her part of the total rent. “Oh, good morning, it’s a pleasure to find you here, Mrs. Rebecca Osara.” The landlord said. Daniel looked at the two men that had arrived with the landlord and then, he looked at Rebecca. With no permission, they came in. He didn’t know the reason why they were stepping there when they had no right since the moment they decided to rent that space. That space was no longer theirs. “I think we have no right to step in there,” the landlord pointed out the space where Daniel slept.

When is all these going to end? "Mr Donovan, take pity on us. We will pay up our rent soon." Her sister, Anna, was on her knees, rubbing her palms together in a pleady gesture. She knelt in front of the house, poking her head to get a view of the landlord inside the house.

She reached the door and opened it—it was a maid. "Can I help you?" "Uh, Mister Noah needs you downstairs," she said. "Which of them? My husband or Cyrus?" She hoped it was the latter. "Your husband, ma'am," she replied. Crystal rolled her eyes before stepping out of the room. She nodded at the maid who smiled and left in the other direction of the hallway.