The Charming Landlady Novels & Stories

She clenched her fists and snapped, "Who can prove it was me? You have no right to pin this on me!" "Oh, please! You and I both know the truth! I've seen plenty of jealous women like you, always scheming against those richer than them! But I never thought you'd set me up just to make yourself look good! Well, guess what? The joke's on you! Get out! You're not welcome in my house anymore!" The landlady was known for her sharp tongue and fiery temper. Fiona shot up from her seat, glaring at the older woman. "Hah! As if I'd ever want to stay in this rundown dump! Let me tell you something—you'll regret crossing me more than you regret offending Ariana!"

"Even if you pay me, I won't show it to you. Are you gonna check-in or what? If you want to stay, then register, but if you want to ask for directions, then get out." "The landlady's attitude towards Mango was obviously not as good as her attitude towards Walter. Furthermore, Mango was so beautiful that she was repelled even more." "Mango didn't seem to mind at all as she smiled and said, ""My lovely lady, I'm going to stay here. You don't have a reason to chase your guests out, do you?""" "Pay and register. I'm telling you beforehand that I don't care whether you are staying in or not, either way, you have to pay first."

I added and dragged him out of my apartment. “Is that safe?” He asked when I was locking my door. “Well, no one barged in since the first day that I live here.” I just shrugged and even managed to smirk. “Oh, I finally get to see him closer.” My entire mood was ruined as soon as I saw my landlady having that broad smile plastered on her lips while looking at Sean from head to toe. Of course, she would be polite because she could tell that Sean is damn rich. “Good morning, Madame.” Sean greeted politely. He knows who she is as I already mentioned her to him before.

As soon as she finished speaking, the way the neighbors looked at me instantly changed, as if they were staring at something filthy. Wendy bowed deeply to the neighbors with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry for disturbing everyone. Her lease has already expired, and we've made it clear that we won't renew it with her. Even the landlord doesn't agree to rent this place to her anymore. But she just refuses to leave. We really had no other choice but to do this... We're truly sorry for bothering everyone so late at night." The neighbors began whispering among themselves. "That girl looks decent. How could she be a call girl?"

Together, they looked force to be reckoned with. When Sean arrived at his cottage, he found his landlord waiting on the porch. The man immediately bowed to both of them, hands trembling slightly. "I..I came to give you this," the landlord stuttered, holding out Sean’s ring. Fear and nerves gripped his movements as he stepped closer. "You can keep this cottage. I have no problem." He then extended his hand toward the Beta, offering the ring with unmaskable apprehension. Sean glanced at the ring, his expression unreadable. "Keep it," he said flatly.

“She sounds old enough to be our grandmother, Kiran.” “She said I was pretty.” “She said you were a pretty liar.” He didn’t even try to hide his laugh. “Still counts.” “Honestly, I can’t take you anywhere.” “You’re welcome for the warm bed and roof, by the way.” “I’ll thank you when I’m not sharing a room with your overinflated ego.” The landlady let out a huff, clearly unimpressed with either of us. “If you’re done talking with each other, I’ve got a key and a mop waiting.”

she muttered, though her eyes sparkled fondly. With graceful movements, Mrs. Maddy began transferring the breakfast dishes from the cart to a small table near the window. One Arnav had specifically set up for their occasional tea breaks. It was a charming little nook: two armchairs with soft cushions, an elegant round table with fresh flowers, and a view of the garden below. A sanctuary within their bedroom. In many ways, the room itself had grown to mirror the very essence of their shared life, intimate, layered, complete. Almost like a miniature version of the entire house, filled with love and deliberate detail.

her face turned pink, “I wasn’t— “Sorry dear,” Maxine smiled, her transatlantic accent even more pronounced than Matilda’s, “I just let myself in. I’m Maxine, your landlady.” “You didn’t have to do this.” Olivia murmured. “Nonsense.” Maxine chuckled, “Tilda’s worried about you. Plus, you’re with child. You need to eat to fill those hips of yours, you white girls and your love for being skinny.” Olivia couldn’t help but smile. Seems like kindness was the usual in these parts, she could almost find herself getting used to it, “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

She stammered, brushing off her apron as if to make it less messy than it already was. "Hello?" Zach stepped forward while I rolled my eyes, peeping into one of the apartments whose door was halfway opened. A small girl came to the door with bright blue eyes and blonde hair as she watched me with curious eyes. "What?" I asked her and she screamed before slamming the door shut and I fixed my gaze back to Zach who was speaking to the woman. "She's the landlady of the house and she confirms that Ava lives here." Zach said to me and the woman smiled up at me. It was creepy.

Looking at the outside of the house, it seemed that it was an ordinary house. She knocked on the door and a woman around at the age of forty came to open the door and smiled at her. “ Hello there, young lady! Are you looking for a place to stay?” Although Danielle was perspiring hard, she still managed to give back a sweet smile and said: “ Yes, Ma’am! Is there any available room for me to fill in?” “ Why, of course! Come in!” The landlady said and led her inside where there were two men playing video games in the living room.