The Landlady Novels & Stories

'thank you, but what you did was wrong, you think I kidnapped her, no, one of my tenants that occupied a room self-contained apartment In my house brought her home, and after some months, he abandoned her in the room and went his way, up til now, we haven't set our eyes on him, I'm a mother, I couldn't move away my eyes from her problems, and I can't send her out of my vicinity with her conditions, she was heavily pregnant when her husband left her, and I took all her problems upon me since then, despite I don't know any of our relatives but I made her my daughter and not that I don't have, and all my children took her as the last born of my households, but Instead of you to commend me, you

If I'm to throw up, I will probably throw up nothing because I didn't have breakfast. As I got to the front of my apartment, I met my landlady seated at the front of my door. When she saw me coming, she stood up and rushed to meet me. "Glad you are back," The petite woman who was my landlady clapped her hands. She always does that whenever I don't pay my rent on time. "You are two months late on your rent, Hillary," she shouted and continued clapping her hands. Her voice echoes down the alley, and everyone must have heard her screaming.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, kid." They finished up the room and headed downstairs. Just in time, it seemed. She could hear Kennedy and Flynn greeting new guests as she descended. " - Misfit Inn. We're so pleased you're here!" "Can I just take your bag there?" Athena's mind had already turned back to her recipes, when she spotted a familiar blond head in the foyer. "Sean?" From where he stood by the open front door, Sean Bracelyn grinned, his teeth flashing white against the cinnamon scruff covering his cheeks. "How's my favorite goddess of the kitchen?"

I don't know how to answer her when she starts asking questions. I just wish everything would turn out well. But, I feel like fate is playing with me. Because when morning arrived, I face another problem that pushed me further to decide to meet Dylan. "Sita, we paid our rent for this month! You can't kick us out!" Our landlady stepped toward me, glaring at me. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm selling this land! I have remind you countless times!" "Well, if that's the case, you should have not take the money I gave you!"

It was well past midnight by the time I finally dragged myself up the rickety stairs to my apartment. The hallway light was flickering again, making the already depressing place feel even more like a scene out of a horror movie. Room 304. My front door had a well cased dish wrapped in foil, waiting for me. My mind instantly went to Mrs lauretta, the landlady. She was a sweet lovely lady in her late forties who genuinely cared about me. Dropping off dinner at my door steps once in a while. And today was no different.

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!"

Nichole shot up from the couch in alarm, her phone slipping from her hands. Five unfamiliar men stormed into the small living room, their movements quick and confident. Behind them, the landlady strolled in at her own pace, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She didn’t look angry anymore—she looked triumphant. “So,” she said coolly, eyeing the stunned family, “did you really think you could hide here forever?” Her voice, though soft, dripped with threat. “I’ve had enough of your excuses,” she snapped, suddenly raising her voice. “Six months of playing dumb. Six months of lies. But lucky for me…” she smiled sweetly, almost mockingly, “this building was ju

Alright then, was she planning to start politely and then resort to threats if the negotiation failed? But I still mustered up the courage to speak up despite the menacing glare from the tattooed man. “Ms. Lane, I’m not planning on giving you this money.” Lane froze for a second. Just as she was about to snap, she suddenly thought of something, and her face lit up with surprise. “You’re renewing the lease, right? No offense, Sasha, but you’ve been living here just fine. Why move at all? “Sure, the rent went up a bit, but you make decent money with your content, right? For a girl living alone, staying in a familiar place is safe and reassuring. It’s perfect!

She just quietly protested, "Stop saying things like that!" Mr. Hale looked more than satisfied. As he stepped out onto the balcony to take a call, he spoke over his shoulder. "Getting my investment is in your hands now." The second those words sank in, Bernice and Mark lit up like they were possessed, greed blazing in their eyes. I moved before they could, shoving Valerie into the bedroom and turning the lock. She stood there in a daze, whispering from the other side, "What's happening?" I could barely catch a few words from the balcony, something about a landlord and somewhere called Farlon Tower.

Preseason campus energy hums quietly; a couple of basketballs bounce in the distance, rhythmic and hypnotic. The landlady meets us at the door, a small woman in a bright scarf patterned with flowers. She’s all smiles, hands moving constantly. “Looking for a place, dears?” she chirps. “Wonderful! Wonderful. Any pets? Smoking? Fighting?” Seth nudges me, whispering, “Someone stop me before we fail.”