My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

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.

It is fixed however it's not yet approved. Take care, Love you guys

You could hear the wood groan and shift under my weight but I slowly started to walk up the stairs. “I’m not sure…” He started to reach out to me but I waved him away. “Relax. I’ve already bought it. If I do something dumb on my property it’s not on you.” I stepped carefully on the porch. I could already tell that the boards near the edge wouldn’t hold my weight but the ones with the grass had enough structure that they would hold. “I have the key…”

Minlan quickly explained. Luisa's mood had just been stimulated when she returned home and suffered this kind of blow. She was a little emotional, "If this is not splitting the property, what is it? I don't have anything under my name. Why aren't you guys worried about my life?" "The pocket money I give you every month, is it not enough for you?" Dexon frowned and said. "Dad, even if you give me pocket money every month, I will not have it after spending it. You have to give these properties to Emma. This is fixed assets. They will rise in value in the future." Luisa instantly started to make a fuss.

We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

“Now I know you’re crazy! How could you travel outside the shifter region on your own to a property owned by someone you don’t know? You could have gotten hurt or killed!” “There was nothing to worry about because no one was there!” “What?” My eyes widened. “Why would your parents pay bills for an empty house? I knew you guys had money but not that much.” “The house was totally decayed, Alex! It was worse than a ghost house. The worst part was everything was still intact. The furniture, the cutlery even the dust hadn’t been disturbed.” An uneasy feeling settled over me. “I found out the home was being managed by a rental property. All they did was receive the check for the home. I called the

Everything looked normal at first glance. Clean. Organized. Expected. But Ava didn’t stop there. She went deeper. Scrolling. Cross-checking. Looking for anything that didn’t quite fit. And then— She saw it. A transaction. Small. Almost insignificant. But out of place. $2,800. Dated three weeks ago. Labeled only as: Property Maintenance Ava frowned. Property? What property? Her heart rate picked up slightly. She clicked on it. No additional details. No address.

Nyla didn’t want to complicate matters, so she replied flatly, "It's not mine. It belongs to a friend." "Oh, got it. Send me the address and code, and I'll take some photos to list the property tomorrow." "Thanks." After hanging up, Nyla found the property deed and sent the unit number and code to the agent, who responded with an "OK" emoji. Nyla then closed the chat. Noticing that Valarie had updated her social media, Nyla clicked on it. It was a simple post with a black image and a caption: [Started with love, ended with heartbreak].