One Rental At A Time Novels & Stories

He wanted to make up for all those days he wasted, for all those times he made her cry. The car stopped in front of a huge building located in one of the most expensive areas of the city. Eleven floors, glass windows all over, unique designing with a big brown LED board in the middle that highlighted the words ‘K.S Law Firm’. As much as he hated Raiden Kingston, Calvin found it fascinating how he had managed to do all of that in just a span of seven years. “That guy is really something.”

His brows furrow again as he responds. "Well why not, I'm paying your rent, you might as well be somewhere safe. And you can have a little more room, I'm getting claustrophobia just standing here" He replies. This can't happen, he can't make me move. Almost all rentals in London are only on one-year leases, and when I'm finally free of this contract in six-months I can't be stuck with the rent of an upmarket apartment.

The moment the plane touched down, a designated driver was already waiting to take me to the car. "Are you Ms. Cassandra Holt?" A sharply dressed werewolf in a tailored suit walked toward me. "I'm Nathaniel Golding. The company sent me to pick you up." I accepted his business card. "Thank you." "Ms. Holt, I also heard you're expecting. If you need anything at all, just let me know." I stared at him, surprised. He seemed to understand instantly.

Gray added, and it somehow shocked me that his tone was not like her mothers, who spat nothing but hate towards me. “People are getting smarter with their money, Mr. Moore. Monthly rental payments nowadays are just the same price or even much higher than mortgage payments. Rental inflation is present, too. If we could explain to the targeted market the benefits of owning something in the long run, I think that we would be able to attract more customers. Of course, we need a strategy, too.” Just like what they said, every penny was as important as millions. We could not just spend on something that would not give us revenue.

“Without letting himself become formally attached.” Leah felt the chill of it. A man who did not stop helping, perhaps. A man who did not want to be seen helping. Daniel looked at the screen. “Latest pattern?” Elaine swallowed. “Six months ago. Different city. Different mailing address. Same structure. Short-term rental listed under an agency, mail contact near a legal resource center, then the record disappears.” “Disappears?” Leah asked. Elaine looked at her. “The rental was active for ninety days. Then closed. The mail contact stopped receiving. A new address never replaced it in the usual databases.”

New lease terms to follow completion. Then came the part that made my stomach drop. Effective immediately upon the close of the renovation period, the monthly rent for unit 3B would increase to three times its current rate. Existing tenants would be offered a short-term lease only…twelve months maximum —with no guarantee of renewal. Acceptance of the temporary terms was required within fourteen days. Failure to respond would be treated as notice to vacate. I read it twice, the words sharp and final even through all the polite legal phrasing. Of course. Of course the one thing I had managed to build for myself would still somehow belong to him.

“And yes, it’s been my experience that empty places tend to rent more quickly. People are more easily able to imagine their own belongings in the space.” “And then what?” “Then, we handle all of it. Screening tenants, completing the rental contracts, collecting rent, making repairs, the whole nine yards. It’s all included in our monthly rate.” “Which is?” When Kathy told her, Karli’s jaw dropped. “Wow,” Karli exclaimed. “That’s… that’s a lot more reasonable than I was expecting, I’ll be honest.” Karli swiveled to look at Jordan. “Sarah said she’s got space for me whenever I’m ready,” she said. “How soon can we get me moved out of here?”

I continued, “you could implement a rent-to-own system.” That caught them. “They rent the robot at a manageable monthly value. At the end of the rental period, they can choose to complete the remaining payment and own it. If they decide not to keep it, they return it. However—” I paused. “If there’s damage, they cover all the repair costs. This should also be stated in whatever contract they sign so it doesn't cause an issue later on.” Several heads nodded. Mr. Leon leaned toward one of the directors and whispered something.

someone murmured. "She's really considerate. Not at all a spoiled brat," another added, their tone softer now. I glanced at my phone, now showing a black screen, and sighed in relief. "I'm sorry, Vanessa," I said, turning to Vanessa. "I can't give you the like. This rental agency is really sketchy. You're a girl—what if you get tricked and taken to some countryside village?" I added suddenly, "Who offers that many discounts on rent, anyway? What's your internship place? Where are you planning to rent?"

“Who's is this?” “Ours for the night.” He said. “Don’t tell me you bought this for the date.” “No. I rented it.” She did not believe him. “Seriously, I rented it. From the rental service. It’s ₹250 for half a day.” “You expect me to believe that – you – Vivaan Oberoi – rented a rental service scooter?” “Yup. Who wanted a ‘normal date’? Now get on, we are already late.” “Late for what?”