The Landlady Novels & Stories

That cell! "Thanks sis." I appreciate as I take a sit on the foam mattress. "Do fartellos come in here? " I ask to ascertain my safety from the intrusion of that horrid fartello. "No. This is one of our safe rooms. Madre could kill any fartello who dares to breaks the rule." Gabby assures and I breath out in relief. I adjust my dress before raising my legs off the ground unto the bed and Gabby also lies on her bed. "You really do like this dress don't you? " Gabby questions.

She didn't need anyone to tell her that was the landlady. " Bless me dear Lord." Dealing with that hateful woman needed alot of patience and grace. She walked to the door and Opened it making a cracking sound. The door was made of wood and it was old. " Hi?" She greeted the landlady who was staring at her angrily. She was nervous like shit. " Don't hi me little Miss,where is my money?" The landlady didn't acknowledge her greetings. She was always like this whenever the rent was due not to mention she hadn't paid for two months now.

‘I got a good teacher, indeed. Back to the mystery guest, Brett’s grip around his blade loosened as soon as he saw the landlord's lady in front of the entrance. 'I knew it. It is the nosy landlord of this apartment building.' However, this is not the time to feel thankful that it is she who came to visit at this hour. This old lady is tenacious, and she loves gossiping! 'Oh my goodness. I'm doomed.'

the landlady says, “which work?“ her mom, “she works with a dry cleaner besides my house” she replied, “do you mean that she washes cloth before she can feed herself and her daughter?“ her mom inquired, “that was what she did before she gave birth to her daughter and that is what is she doing up to date,” the landlady says, “do you have a problem with that?“ she asked, “I don't have a problem with it but I don't expect my daughter to be doing odd jobs for her survival,” her mom says,

the landlady says, “which work?“ her mom, “she works with a dry cleaner besides my house” she replied, “do you mean that she washes cloth before she can feed herself and her daughter?“ her mom inquired, “that was what she did before she gave birth to her daughter and that is what is she doing up to date,” the landlady says, “do you have a problem with that?“ she asked, “I don't have a problem with it but I don't expect my daughter to be doing odd jobs for her survival,” her mom says,

But the most important, what has she gotten through to be there, in that position, where she seemed to be too vulnerable to fight? “Aren’t you paying me back? Mrs. Osara?” The landlord said, “I remember the first time you got here you said you would be willing to pay in any way to not to lose the space I gave you when you didn’t have a single penny ans now, I think you have forgotten that promise,” laughed the man while stepped on one of Rud’s teddy bears which was laying on the floor. It was truth Rebecca had said she would pay in any way but until that moment Rebecca realized about the real meaning of her words. She has suffered so much, she couldn’t imagine being a prostitute at that mome

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 was surprised when she saw some people cleaning and there's even someone fixing her door. Before she came inside completely, she could heard her landlady: "She's not here last night maybe that's why someone took advantage and broke in." The landlord notice her at the door. "Marigold, you finally here! How much the thief taken from you?...... You became reckless this time, you should have tell me if you didn't coming back." "It's alright Miss luz, my coins savings was the only taken from me and nothing else." The landlady chuckled. "Really? That's good. What an unlucky thief. He may thought he can haul bigtime."

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

“Like me.” “If you decide to move in, you’re responsible for changing the locks. Fucker’s who broke in knocked them out, so they don’t work anymore.” The landlady huffed, hobbling away. She paused to kick a rat out of the way that made the mistake of scurrying in her path. “Right. Character.” Hakeem pinched his lips tightly together.