Novelas y relatos de Rent

Jeff doesn’t like it when I am rude either. In the taxi, he tells the driver our address and mumbles under his breath about how this will cost a fortune. I feel bad. I know Merriweather doesn’t pay as much as a person would think, which I’ve always thought was odd considering the lavish parties Mr. Merriweather throws for his workers. But Jeff insists his check barely covers the rent and groceries. That’s why my allowance is so meager. I don’t know how much money he makes or how much rent is or anything about the amounts of the bills we pay because I am not allowed to see the money, but I know we don’t have excess money, and I f

This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in. Platforms are different then the bracelets I have grown used to. While my old bracelet could take me to any location that wasn't protected by a security wall, a platform can only teleport you to another platform. It chooses the closest one to the coordinates you put in and then you walk to your destination. Not as efficient as the bracelets, but lower in cost and still handy. I inhale deeply and sigh. This home is in the perfect location. Hundreds of acres of prime hunting land surround it. My mate and I would be well provided for here. I could hire a proper security crew and they too would have ample hunti

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

the young man named Barry Fabelman replied arrogantly. "Mr. Fabelman, people pay deposits when they can't guarantee that they'll be able to afford the rent, but I've never paid my rent late. I can move out if you want to take this house back, but I don't see why I should give you that ten thousand. Besides, my monthly rent is only five hundred, so why would three month's rent add up to ten thousand?" Margaret protested woefully.

She took the paper out of the small white envelope and began to read. "Hello Emeraude, I'm writing to inform you that I haven't received the rent payment for this month, and it's been over three weeks since the due date. I regret to inform you that I've already rented the apartment to someone else. Within two weeks, I hope you've found another place to stay. I'm sorry, but we've discussed rent delays before. Mrs. Finn."

he asked with a voice that was both interested and wary. The stranger's lips curled into a knowing smile, showing a flash of silvery-white teeth. "Call me Selene. I'm a person who can see the future and keep secrets safe. Your fate is closely tied to the moon's moods, but the decisions you make will shape your whole life." Amelia took a step forward, her face a mix of interest and doubt. "What do you mean by 'hidden truths'?" she asked, keeping her voice calm even though the air was tense.

Aiden says frowning “ but it’s still a 4 star place to stay, when they let you out of the room, there is a games room, a sauna, masseuses, tanning beds and a pool.” Dropping his voice lower he check no one is by the door “I’m sorry for what you will go through I will help where I can” and before I can register he said it he starts walking to the door, a smile on his face telling me he will be back for the plate in a bit and locking the door behind him. That last sentence sours the taste of the food in my mouth and makes me feel like what I have already eaten may come back up. Done with the food I put the plate down on the tray and try standing up.

The glint of his tongue piercing. “There’s a hotel up ahead,” he said. “We’ll stay there tonight. Head home tomorrow.” My stomach dropped. His voice dipped lower, a promise in the dark. “Unless you’d rather keep me awake all night in other ways.”

He slurred mockingly as we turned around and stepped out of his office. While we were outside, I turned towards Synn, "What's a Red House?" I asked, my voice low and uncertain. Synn chuckled darkly, a pang of smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "The Red House is a big, secretive building barely attached to the penthouse. It's a place for sinners like us, but not always sinners, because I've been dreaming about that place since the day I came here." Synn explained, excitement filled in her tone.

“Thanks for the warning. See you soon.” For fuck’s sake, what a nightmare. I walk into the Real Estate office and see the nice receptionist. “Hello, can I pay my rent, please?” I smile as I take out my wallet. She smiles. “Sure, it’s Bellevue isn’t it?” “Yes,” I reply as I stand with my card in my hand. She types and then frowns. “Oh, your rent is paid up until the end of your lease.” “What?” I frown.