The Charming Landlady Novels & Stories

Catalina's plea to her landlady who's starting to take out everything she had in her apartment. " My goodness, Catalina! I already gave you an extended period of time 'cause you said you will find a way to pay your rent, but it's been one f*cking month and I don't receive any money from you! " The landlady said with a disappointment drawn on her face. " Don't abuse my kindness and It's not my problem where you're going now. You're old enough to find a solution to your problem. "

if I remember correctly I know that close family members can make such eyes when hearing the news that a person has passed away My hand started to clench itself "The day after tomorrow" I told him, the men looked at each other while Alex was deep in his thoughts. After they looked at each other all of their eyes landed on me "So you are the new landlady?" I nodded "Mama's will said that I'm the inheritor of this land, so I'll be your new landlady I'm Bea Williams her granddaughter" Suddenly I heard someone talk loudly "I didn't know she had a granddaughter"

She stuttered as he got closer to her. “Aww, it’s fine. I really just need a name…” “Dan Sanders, I should’ve known this was you harassing my employees. This isn’t some whore house, this is a place of business.” A sharp Latin woman walked up as her heels clicked and hands on her hips looking disappointed at Dan. “Camila, nice to see you again. Your hostess is doing a fabulous job by the way.” “Leave my people alone, Dan Sanders. Go home. There is nothing for you here.” She started to walk off but Dan grabbed her arm, walking along beside her.

Elise just gave a scratchy shrug back. We met the landlady instead. She was a stout black woman. Her red lipstick and brows were so nicely drawn that I suspected they were permanent. She introduced us as Celia. With a puff of her cigarette smoke, she sat on her squeaky revolving chair behind her desk and worked on an ancient-looking computer. "First, I need your identification cards or passports," she said with a bored look. We gave them to her. She looked at each of us then at our passports before saying. "Russian girls, huh?"

Omolaso says, “eh, Almighty, I never did any evil by accommodation this lady, I never did anything bad by keeping her and her child safe in my care, though, I didn't know her neither her relatives but I did her good, eh, Almighty help me ooh because I don't want any trouble,” the landlady says because she was afraid of law enforcement, “Grandma, what are you saying?“ Omolaso says, “never mind, let's go,” grandma says, and the two of them step out of the house she called her employer, “good day ma'am,” the landlady says,

“That should be all, I will email you his pending work and his schedule for this week.“ Wendy uttered, she shook hands with Ruth and left. After a long day at work, it was finally time for Ruth to retire for the day. She thought of what happened yesterday and today at her place and decided to talk to the landlady about it. The landlady looked like she was in her mid-seventies, her short grey hair rested perfectly on each side of her head. Her wrinkled face twisted into a frown when she saw Ruth coming from afar. “Good evening Mrs. Lawrencia, I have a complaint that needs to be attended to.“ Ruth went straight to the point, she saw no reason for formalities. “Evening, what can that be?“ Lawre

Another elegant woman is sitting in a plush chair in a corner studying what appears to be drawings of patterns. A large woman bustles toward us. “Sir, how might I be of service ?” Tristan tugs on his waistcoat, as if it annoys him. “I wish to be attended to by the proprietor”. “I am she. Madame Charlamaine”. She purrs. “I expected a foreign accent”. He says. She smiles, her teeth straight and white, her lips as red as cherries. “I excel in providing my customers with the unexpected”. Tristan seems to be taking measure of her. I remember that he said he is a good judge of character. I wonder what he thinks of such a bold creature. “Miss Everly is in need of a wardrobe. Everything”.

It looked so great from here, what about the inside? I got out of Taylor's car and together, we walked towards the gate. I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to come out. According to their ad, the landlady lives on the ground floor and she's here since she works from home. A woman in her mid-40s opened the gate. "Hi. We would like to check the apartment with two bedrooms," Taylor said to the woman. "Hi, sure," she said with a smile. She opened the gate wider and let us in.

a demon Miguel! Even in a dream, you still won't stop me!" she said angrily and she couldn't stop herself from crying. Suddenly there was a knock on the door of Erica's apartment so she immediately stood up to open it. "Just a moment," she said and then opened the door and a fat woman opened up to her, frowning and always holding a fan. Madam Yoly is the owner of the apartment where she lives. "Good morning Madam Yoly," Erica greeted the frowning Landlady. "What a beautiful morning Erica! You haven't paid your rent for two months, what do you plan to do? Do you plan to live here for free? Alas! Maybe you want me to drag you, you'll find what you're looking for!” Madam Yoly scolded Erica. “M

I said quickly, and she closed her mouth. "Good afternoon, Lauren," she said with a smile. She liked money. Xavier got out of his car, and the Landlady smiled at him. "You caught a big one," she said, winking at me, and I felt embarrassed. She had a knack for getting into other people's business.