My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

Everything looked incredibly expensive but something about the place felt strange. There were no personal items, no photographs, no signs that anyone actually lived here. It felt more like a museum than a home. “Who owns this estate?” I whispered quietly to Mason. “No one.” He said “What do you mean no one?” I asked quietly “It’s a neutral property.” He answered “Neutral for who?” “For people like them.” That answer didn’t make me feel better. If anything, it made me more nervous. We reached a large set of double doors. The man opened them and stepped aside.

Everything felt strange, it wasn’t normal, normal people didn’t spent evenings investigating family conspiracies, for the first time I realized I’ve never been normal. “Look at this.” Romano handed me a document, I took it, then frowned. “What is it?” “A property transfer.” I examined it carefully, the document listed three separate Vale-owned properties, estates; all transferred within the same month, three months before my parents supposedly died. “That’s weird.” “Exactly.” I looked up. “Why move assets right before dying?” Romano didn’t answer, the name of the receiver had blurred, neither of us liked the possible explanation; they both knew something was coming.

I tried to take his word for it, but my skepticism had started to grow by leaps and bounds. “If whoever was behind that terrible situation is combing the city in search of you, wouldn’t they be looking at the properties your family owns?” I inquired. “Interesting question, yes. They would be looking at our properties, but that’s the beautiful thing about being here: this property isn’t listed on any of our assets,” he answered, and pressed the button on the radio to turn it off. “It’s not listed?” I repeated, frowning. “Why not? Is that legal?”

I smiled as I shouted back to her before I turned to her father with a callous expression and said, “I suggest you get off and stay off of my properties, James. All of the Kelly and Smith properties belong to me until I decide which ones I want to sell. Or I might use one to generate more income.” He gave me a disgusted look as he got back in his car and spun his tires as he left. The second house was right next door, and the yard of the first house could fit perfectly on the left side of the property, but it annoyed me to see the house had been built on the right side of the property. The second house was still four stories, but the residence was still much larger. The house’s interior was

Eager to match his gesture, Mandy unveiled a document, declaring, "Here, this is the property deed for my current residence. "Tomorrow, I'll facilitate the transfer to your name, ensuring it becomes yours from now onward." Witnessing Mandy's magnanimous act in contrast to his modest gold bracelet, Romelius felt a sense of urgency. Hastily, he retrieved another document from the room and addressed Nadia, "This, Nadia, is the property deed for our present home. "Let us go together tomorrow to finalize the ownership transfer. This house will also be yours." Overwhelmed by the unexpected generosity, Nadia hesitated, "Isn't this a bit much?"

But not one. “Uhm… Mr. Moretti.” Bernal’s reedy voice draws my attention back to the sterile room, ripping me from the memory. “I’ve reviewed the full workup. Your bloods are all within normal parameters. The EKG shows a strong, healthy rhythm, and your CT scan… shows no abnormalities. Organ function is excellent. The only flag here is some minor inflammation in the bronchioles—” “I don’t need your medical jargon, Dr. Bernal.” I say, tilting my gaze to finally face him. He flinches. “Get straight to the point.”

Her fingers are all decked out in gems and metal. “Who are you?” she shoots at us, raising a drawn-on eyebrow. “Why are you here? Do you know that this compound is private property? Or more specifically, MY private property?” Zane glances at me, then he turns to the woman. “Actually, that’s not true. I was in contact with the property manager of the neighborhood, and he told us that the house that we’re seeking is still untouched and still named after the original owner. So it would be nice if you get out of our way.”

he mused. I laughed, looking back at the ocean. “It must be expensive.” I said, “Moreover, I doubt it will be available that easily.” “It’s our property.” I whipped my head around in surprise, “What?” “I own it.” He said casually. “This is your property?” I asked in surprise. I could only imagine how much it was worth. “I thought we were going to an airbnb?” “I got that booking cancelled. This is much better anyway.” he said, “Don’t you agree?”

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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