My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

"As you know, this property is not for sale. But if it is you, sure, why not, Khrystal?" Oh, damn freakin' destiny.

"You don't mean It" Leo said, "but you need to change the ownership" he said, "Sure, you know while I'm not bothered about all my forfeited properties, I still have my mom's property, but It's an old house, and I've moved all my bank's documents to the North pole, but right now, I don't have cash with me" MacJoe explained, "That's not a problem, "But, you need to quit this job" MacJoe said,

I just got the confirmation I needed so I dashed into my room and took out my toolbox,it was just 8:39 pm,it wasn't that late I think I would be done before I know it. First thing I did was to put a bell in the handle of the front door. I needed to know when they came in. I was a light sleeper and even though it might not wake me up I still put it on. The next thing I did was to pour water on the floor at the entrance of the door, then I poured it on the windows in the living room.I just poured water on the entrances of the house downstairs. When I was satisfied with that I turned off the lights of the living room as I climbed up the stairs with my box and the toolbox at home.

There was no point. Lincoln coughed out a laugh, and the male's eyes lit up with a crazed look. Balor looked at Paige, his eyes assessing her. The corner of his mouth tipped upwards, like her lack of formalities amused him instead of offended, and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Everything about the Bloodstone pack and their alpha was unusual. "My apologies. How rude of me not to introduce myself." The male said, his voice deep and gravelly. If Clay weren't suppressed by the Wolfsbane still working its way out of my system, he would have come forward in response to the amount of power pouring off him.

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I read it. A property. To be selected by me. Purchased outright. Title in my name. No conditions attached to marital status or contract term or anything else. No encumbrances. No reversionary clauses. No language anywhere in the provision that made the property contingent on anything I did or didn't do or continued or stopped doing. Just: a property. Mine. I sat at the kitchen table.

“I truly did not know that Foodiex was your company.” The room grew still. “After all,” I continued, “it isn’t listed under your name.” A ripple of whispers spread through the audience. “I simply analyzed it as a possible failed investment.” Adrian scoffed loudly. “That’s ridiculous.” I folded my hands calmly. “Is it?” I looked around the ballroom. “You see, now that I’ve regained control of my properties and they are no longer being managed by White Real Estate…” I paused slightly. “…the rent prices will return to their proper market value.”

Three Weeks Earlier Adrian Vale liked mornings before the world started asking things of her. Before the calls. Before the expectations. Before people remembered who she was and what proximity to her could mean. She stood barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her apartment, the city stretched wide and quiet below. Dawn softened the skyline, glass and steel catching light like it was being offered instead of taken. Her coffee had gone untouched in her hand, warmth fading as her thoughts drifted. Her shoulder-length bob rested neatly against her jaw, the cut precise enough that she never had to think about it. Control lived in the details. She had learned that early.

All my properties were outside. Everything was piled up on the sidewalk like worthless trash. A new huge padlock was on the door. What’s happening here?

"Too good for two hundred bucks? Name your price, then. It's a waste on you, anyway." "What's a single girl gonna do with it? Plant some flowers? Get a cat?" My thumb hovered over the screen. I took a deep breath, pushing down the instincts my family drilled into me. I tried to handle it like a normal person. "First, it's my private property. The title says so, loud and clear. Second, two hundred bucks doesn't even cover basic upkeep," I typed, my knuckles white. "And third, I don't need to 'let' anyone use it, because I'm using it. It's my private studio."