The Landlady Novels & Stories

she murmured and all but ran out of the room, she looked like she wanted to get away from him by all means. In a short while, he heard her arguing with someone and he went out to see who it was, "but landlady, you cannot just kick me out of your house, I always pay my rent, why are you doing this" "I don't care if you always pay, someone offered me a huge amount of money for this and I'm giving it out" "Who is that person that has made you sell your conscience?" Just then, the landlady sighted Hazel and suddenly felt flustered, "just get out of my house, I give you one week" she snapped and stomped off

Then he nodded to them with a smile and said, "I happen to have a room next to the sea!" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the landlady taking them inside with a smile. Adeline had always known that foreigners were very enthusiastic. Now that she saw the landlady in front of her, she felt that she was not very enthusiastic, but very enthusiastic! Adeline only heard the landlady say, "This room belongs to my daughter. She went out for a trip. You were very lucky to have met her! The landlady took them to the door of a room. When she opened the door, she saw t

“You are not welcome here anymore. You’ve done enough in my building. Don’t jinx it with your bad luck!” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. I think I was lost in translation. “You heard me. I don’t want you here anymore.” I didn’t understand what was causing this again. I hoped her drunk husband hadn’t come to my door, professing his love again. Every time that happened, the landlady always acted out. “But my rent hasn’t expired yet.” “I don’t care. Just leave,” the landlady gritted out. “You’ve done enough damage already,” and those nosy women snickered among themselves, living for the drama in front of them.

Her mother gave her a watery smile in thanks. Carter tapped her shoulder, motioning to the prone form of the woman now confirmed to be her sister. Turning, she realized that the woman was starting to stir, her mind starting to race with rampant thoughts. She didn’t know this woman - what if she didn’t like her? What was wrong with her? How long did she have? Was there anything that she could do to help her? The Luna’s maid spoke soft, her head bowed in respect. “Luna, you’re awake. You have guests.” A hand waved at the pitcher of water that sat near, her maid instantly pouring a glass and handing it to her as she sat up. “Guests?”

“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.”

Raven's pov Chapter 3 — The Butcher Himself The red silk clung to me like a secret I didn’t ask to keep. Every step I took echoed through the marble-floored corridor of the old manor, my heels sharp like gunshots. The Vitali estate was as pretentious as I expected,dark stone, velvet drapes, and chandeliers that looked like they’d seen more blood than light. Fitting. This was the domain of the man they called The Butcher.

I'd knocked desperately but no answer, I tried the handle, locked. Two doors down, I heard a door creak and an old woman came out. Dressed in an overflowing robe and squinting at me like I was about to steal copper pipes. “You looking for the ’reAustralian girl?” she questioned. My heart kicked "yeah" She looked me up and down but kept her eyes on my NHL hoodie. “You’re late.” I staggered. "W-What?” “Landlord cleared The landlordesterday,” she explainedyoming explained, comingn suifully.me early. Took her.”

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

The blanket on it was stained with some mysterious liquid. "One of my friends is coming to see me tomorrow, and I'm letting him stay over. He's a guest, so he needs the guest room. You can just crash out here for the night." She pointed out the window. "You're always going on about flowers and the moon, right? The view's great from here—you can enjoy the night scenery." I stared at her, watching this woman act like she owned the place. I was so floored I didn't even know what to say. Since when did I not even get to sleep in my own bed?

somebody muttered nearby. A woman with short curly hair folded her arms immediately. “Okay, this officially feels like a low-budget whodunit movie.” Winona glanced toward her. “Keisha,” the woman introduced herself quickly. “Indie filmmaker.” A tall blond man beside her sighed. “I’m Liam. Journalist.” His American accent stood out instantly. “And my instincts are screaming that this place is deeply illegal.” “Same,” Ava muttered. Another woman stepped forward calmly. Sharp eyes, sleek dark hair, intimidating posture.