Novel & Cerita My Property Isn't Normal

"This property has been changed for business usage. No other business would choose to set up shop in a place like this, except for Game Fest. The owner can wait a little longer for our choice because it's not selling.” The manager sighed, knowing they had no other choice. Remi couldn't help but look at Finn. Finn inquired on the way back, "Are you unhappy with the price?" Remi shook her head. After seeing the property, she started to let her guard down around Finn. He was a fantastic partner when it came to business. “What is it then? You don't like the place?”

"You know what comes next." They turned and left. I just stood there at the door, a whole five minutes passing by. I stepped inside, booted up my computer, and logged into the real estate registry's website. With a few keystrokes, I entered my home's details and hit the search button. The screen took its sweet time, 20 seconds to be exact, before it revealed the punch to my gut. [Property Status: Mortgaged.] [Mortgage Amount: 150,000 dollars.]

Rubbing his face fiercely, Austin suddenly felt helpless despair washing over him. He hated the feeling of being manipulated by someone and getting strung along like a puppet. "We could get Regal Properties to help, maybe?" Aldus suggested. "It won't work." Austin shook his head, saying in a defeated tone, "At its current scale, Regal Properties can't achieve the same effect Wirtucon does. It won't be able to stabilize the housing prices." While the four sales centers were getting trashed, videos and news of the sales centers being destroyed quickly spread online.

Like he expected me to cower in fear. " Mr Brown, I am going to say it to you loud and clear, I am not giving you that property. Sue me." This guy was into some serious shitty things and he wanted me to sell him one of my properties on the island. That property was well hidden from the rest of the world. One would be deceived that he wants it for holiday purposes, but we both knew better. I would not be the one to support his evil deeds. He could go get any other house but not mine. Being into real estate I have met a lot of people, especially when I just started my company. Now this guy thinks he could scare me?

Nicholas' eyes were cold, a shadow of malice passing through them. "No," I interrupted him and simply said, "The property division here is incorrect. This entire section here is my assets." I lowered my eyes in frustration after speaking. The real estate under my name was given by my father before he passed away. Even my mother didn't know much about it. Yet, Nicholas dared try to take half of it. Calmly, I added, "My property was notarized. You can't take a penny that doesn't belong to you. Besides, you cheated during the marriage. You are at fault, so you should compensate me more."

Brandon’s POV “Sir… Ms. N refused to take your case.” I looked up, blinking once. “Why?” “She didn’t give a reason. Just said she’s not accepting new clients right now.” Not accepting new clients? That doesn’t make sense. I let out a slow exhale and dragged a hand down my face. This was supposed to be simple. A property reassignment. A gift, really. Sure, the mansion was still under my ex-wife’s name, but the agreement showed she was fine with transferring it to Carmilla.

The stress wasn't helping. Elena pulled her knees to her chest on the couch. The apartment felt smaller than ever. One room that served as bedroom, living room, and dining room. A bathroom the size of a closet. A kitchenette with a mini-fridge and a hot plate. She been so proud of this place when she first got it. Now it felt like a prison. Her phone buzzed again. This time, she looked. **FINAL NOTICE: Payment Due** It was from the wedding venue. $45,000 for the space, the chairs, the arch, the flowers. Due immediately.

The realtor clicked the mouse again, but her expression changed from confusion to disbelief. “That’s strange…” she muttered softly. Kelsey slowly straightened in her seat. “What happened?” The realtor looked up apologetically. “I’m sorry, ma’am… the system isn’t accepting your registration.” Kelsey blinked in confusion. “What do you mean it isn’t accepting it?” “I’m not sure,” the realtor replied before trying again. A few seconds later, the same notification popped up. ACCESS RESTRICTED. PROPERTY REGISTRATION DENIED UNDER THIS IDENTITY.

Nobody enters your portion of the property without your permission. 5. No turning your home into a circus. He pauses. Looks at me. “I assume that includes ghosts?” From somewhere behind the wall: “HEY.” I point toward the wall. “Especially ghosts.” The mafia don adds the final line. 6. The owner is entitled to peace, quiet, privacy, and reasonable enjoyment of her property. He closes the notebook. “Done.” I take another sip of iced coffee. “Much better.” He starts walking away. Then he stops.

Ezra says. “No.” I frown. “Okay, but… isn’t that what we wanted. No weird fluctuations, no unstable systems.” “Yes,” Aidan says. “But not like this.” Silence. Then— “…Explain like I’m not you,” I say. He nods slightly. “Normal systems fluctuate,” he says. “Even stable ones. Small variations. Minor inconsistencies. That’s how you know they’re active.” “And this isn’t doing that.” “No.” I look back at the data.