My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, Riffen Brown immediately asked. - Doris, you have to clean this house today, right? So why is the work not done yet? Riffen looked at Doris seriously, a stern face mixed with a hint of hate and contempt that made her feel uncomfortable. He doesn't seem to think he will let this matter go to her, she will accept the punishment, is it really over with one pain? It is natural for Doris to not finish the job, this house has four floors, the area is too spacious, basically she can't clean it all by herself. Although the house was soon cleaned, she was forced to clean it again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞

Life didn’t give me a straight road. But it gave me a foundation. And this time… I’m standing firmly on it. I closed my laptop slowly and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. For a moment, I just breathed. It still amazed me sometimes how things had shifted without making noise. No dramatic announcement. No sudden miracle. Just small, steady wins stacking quietly into a life that finally felt… secure. My phone buzzed. Zara: Madam landowner. So when are you taking me to inspect “our” property?

Which somehow feels heavier. We go back to the apartment two days later. It’s supposed to look normal. University schedule on the fridge. Textbooks on the coffee table. Laundry folded on the couch. If someone walked in, they’d think we were just two students sharing rent. They wouldn’t see the reinforced window frames. They wouldn’t notice the way Ezra checks corners out of habit. They wouldn’t feel the static shift when my mood changes. Normal is performance. But I’m starting to think performance might be the key.

Attached to it is a note: Replacement for the one you destroyed. Cost: $8,700. Destroying property in this house is a serious offense. Your punishment begins in two hours. My stomach drops. “Punishment?”

“Let’s make it sixty days. Officially.” JR’s arms tightened around him. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Soren tilted his head up to look at him. “But after that… we renegotiate. No more ownership bullshit, if we do this, we do it as equals.” A slow, genuine smile spread across JR’s face. “I can work with that, Captain.” *** The peace didn’t last long. The next morning, Soren woke to his phone ringing violently. He reached over JR’s sleeping phone and answered.

“Sir… we tried to contact the teams, but the call dropped—kernel panic in the system. And… two outposts have gone dark.” I slammed my fist onto the desk, wood shaking under the blow. “That’s nonsense! Who has the audacity to destroy what I built?” I stood, the chair behind me clattering to the floor. “I set the rules. I decide the execution. None of you interfere. None. Do you hear me?” They nodded, silence thick in the air.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."