My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

Emma yelled at him, Robert walked towards her obviously annoyed. “This is my house, I can come in whenever I want.” he replied “What do you want?” she asked angrily “I just wanted to check if you needed anything.” he said calmly “I don’t, but please tell me what you want me to do for you daily and for how long so I can leave here!” she said “I told you already. Why do I need to have three people doing different jobs when I have you, you are going to be anything I want.” she took a deep breath

Every time he zoomed in, the dot remained on the same place—the property we were headed to. After a few minutes, Roman spoke again. “What if he already moved them?” I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Then we have to make him return her.” Roman immediately nodded in agreement. The property came into view not too long after that. There were no guards, cars, or any movement. Just a sleek modern house with tinted windows and a long balcony over the tree line. It looked peaceful, though it was the wrong kind of peaceful. “Why is the front door open?” Roman asked.

Once I made it to the door i turned around and said, “Lock the door on your way out. And leave my door key!” I made it to work. I checked myself in the mirror and put on my normal smile. I went in the building froze. I was the sole owner of my own company Life Inside of A Box bakery. Just seeing my bakery logo lifted my spirit. It was a big bakery but it was all mines. My assistant saw me and walked over. "Mrs. Johnson we have a couple orders due today but all the goods are ready to be delivered. I got it covered. " she said.

"So you know we've been dealing with all the details of Mom's estate. The four of us are equal owners of the house, the property, and all that." Ari's eyes widened. "Do Athena and Maggie want to sell?" "No! No, no. Nothing like that. But maintaining a property this size is expensive. Most of the costs used to be covered by a trust, but for a lot of complicated reasons, that's not an option right now, so we have to find a way to pay for stuff like property taxes and upkeep. And that's what I'm dreaming about. A way to make the house pay for itself." The girl frowned. "How?"

I was about saying something when amelia spoke, interrupting me “you go first” i said to her “no, you go first. I wasn’t really gonna say something useful” she replied with a nervous smile. i took a deep breathe, and then started “if someone ask you to handover a property you want to keep, but you know you don’t want to let go of that property, even though you don’t know why you need the property. But keeping this property comes at a steep cost which you cannot afford, what would you do” i asked while she stared at me in confusion. She probably did not expect that question. But the ball was in her court now, whatever response she gives to me is what i will work with

" Is that going to be an issue?" " No, sir, I have worded the documents as directed, including the clauses and the NDA's for anybody working at the property." For just one moment, I allowed myself to relax, to be happy. At that moment, I was a young man purchasing my first property, not as part of the business or even as an investment. This was paid for with my own money and would be my safe haven to bring my wife and kids if I'm lucky enough to have them someday.

“Are you saying I can only return to normal after three years? Can’t I become an expert with this? “You should know that people like me have no chance of getting a higher status if I can’t train myself! “I don’t want to be normal my entire life! “Please! There must be some way for me to train again! “As long as you help me, I’ll pay any price! “I have ten properties in the heart of Flutwell, a Maybach, a Land Rover, and shares of the John Family Corporation! “If you’re willing to help… “Then, these are all yours!” Layne’s eyes lit up instantly after hearing Aldo’s words. She felt a little annoyed at that moment…

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Marcus laid them out carefully across Adrian’s desk like evidence in a case that had already been decided. “This isn’t damage control,” Marcus said quietly. Adrian didn’t look up immediately. “What is it then?” Marcus hesitated. “System normalization.” Adrian finally raised his eyes. “That sounds like corporate language for collapse.” Marcus shook his head. “No.” A pause. “ It’s correction without instability.” That word again? Correction. Adrian leaned back slowly. “So you’re telling me this isn’t chaos.” Marcus nodded once. “It’s controlled.” Silence. That was worse.

I ask, motioning for us to head outside. This property has been sitting idle for the last month due to the death of the previous owner. The seller did not even bother to maintain it while waiting for it to sell. I take a deep breath of fresh air as soon as we are outside, relishing the scent of sugar maple and pine. Maybe we could collect and produce our own maple syrup here. “I would say yes. The current owner doesn’t want anything left on the property and is willing to sell it right away. You said ten million dollars is fine, right?” Serina answers, shaking out her handkerchief.