The Charming Landlady Novels & Stories

I stylishly dropped the cheque note at my back and reluctantly walked out towards her mansion which was opposite her tenants building "Everyone is asleep. I was just surveying the surroundings when I sighted the car that brought you in" "Yeah..." I hummed to whatever she was saying as her voice slowly began to sound distant, more like an echo. My landlady, Mrs Williams settled me on her couch, rushed to her kitchen to serve me a hot chicken pepper soup which I hungrily consumed and shamelessly licked the plate. I froze the moment I acknowledged that she was staring at me all this while, "I hadn't eaten anything since my journey here. I have been throwing up," I laughed awkwardly. "That click

It was as if she feared I would not see them. “What? Aside from me, who else would be so nice?” When she said that, many people popped out of the rooms and praised her for being beautiful and kind. “If Prissy hadn’t felt bad for us for staying in our school hostel without air-conditioning and kindly rented us her place, we wouldn’t have been able to stay in such a comfortable and luxurious place!” “That’s right. She’s only asking for 200 dollars a month. She’s really serving the people!” “I heard that Jacob gifted Prissy this place. Charlene, both of them find you annoying. Why are you here?”

Still on the call, he headed back out to the balcony. I was dodging Bernice and Mark as they came at me, and just as I was about to dial behind my back, my phone started ringing. In the middle of dodging them, my thumb slipped and hit the speaker button, and Mr. Hale's gravelly voice blasted out of my phone. "Hello? Is this Mr. Blackwell, the landlord for Farlon Tower, unit 207?" Bernice still hadn't caught up to what was happening and went for my phone, but Mark had already gone still.

She sized the owner up and asked me loudly, "You're going to marry a cake girl instead of me? She can't even pay her shop's rent! She can't make enough money selling cakes!" That got on my nerves. I swiveled and was going to go into a tirade, but the owner wagged a finger at Lauren. "Non, non, mademoiselle. I don't need to pay rent for my shop. The whole building is mine. I am a humble woman who loves to bake cakes." Oh, wow, the hot lady was my landlady. I went through the names on the contract, but they weren't hers. "Oh, that's my mom."

I realized in that moment that the person I should truly hate was Vivienne Belmont, the woman who had let me be sold away, and not the woman who had at least kept me fed and clothed all these years. I dragged myself out of the room and smoothed down my dress, heading back towards the dining room to make peace before the guests arrived. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard the sound of unfamiliar voices coming from the living room instead of the dining hall, so I changed my direction and headed there to see who had arrived so early. I rounded the corner and sighted two individuals being welcomed into the building by Herald and Sarah, and I stayed hidden behind the large marble pillar as

Her feet kept going no matter how much her mind screamed. She waited all that time in the lobby, getting side-eyed by Melissa while on her Facebook staring at her celebrity crushes. It would’ve been nice to have one of them in her bed as her first time, but those were mere dreams. Jason Sanders was the real thing, an expensive real thing. The elevator opened to a beautiful hallway with marble walls and floors that turned a corner to a comfy pullout chair. “Please sit.” She hesitated but sat down anyways.

“Is Noman inside his apartment? I can’t get a hold of him and I seem to have lost my card key.” The landlady shook her head. “Well, I haven’t seen him this morning and yesterday too, so I can’t really say. But you’re welcome to check his apartment. Just wait, I’ll give you an extra key.” She disappeared into her room and came out after a minute with the said object in hand. “Here, don’t lose it this time.” Amanda gave her a sheepish smile. “Right, thanks Madame.” “It’s good to see you again, Cait.”

Jamie bowed her head and said, "Hello, my name is Jamie." "I would not touch her girlie. Queenie is known to scratch and bite customers. Now, what can I get you?" Said, the harried-looking Landlady. "Can I have the house beer, if the barrel is not below the half way mark?" Jamie asked. If the beer was below the half way mark, it was often full of dregs. The Landlady smiled and said, "Ah, someone has worked in a Tavern! Interested in a job? We could use a hand!"

“It’s fine if you don’t know me, but I know you.” Jane then answered awkwardly, “Hi…Hello.” Since she did not know what the woman’s intention was, it was better for Jane to feign politeness. “Your name is Jane Sheen!” Jane answered calmly, “Yes.” “This is your…husband?” asked the woman, as she pointed at Noah. “Does that have anything to do with you?” Jane asked in return. “Of course!” said the woman instantly. “I am the landlady for this restaurant you’ve rented. Of course, I have the right to know. Are you a married couple or just having an illicit affair?” The woman’s tone was very frivolous.

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,