The Landlady Novels & Stories

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,

"Some folks just have all the luck, don't they?" "That poor lady in room three, it's been days and her husband hasn't even peeked in!" "Not like Mr. Smith. He's so worried about his wife. Even after the doctors said she's fine, he stayed in the hospital for three whole days!" "Mr. Smith's always on the move, cooking meals every day, spoon-feeding her with such sweetness. It's almost too much!" "You've got to be careful choosing a husband. You want someone like Mr. Smith – handsome, strong and really loves his wife…"

Before she could make contact, the door swung open, revealing a kindly elderly woman with a warm smile. "Hello, dear," the landlady greeted, her voice gentle and welcoming. "Are you here about the rental?" Ayana nodded, returning the woman's smile. "Yes, I saw the listing and was hoping to learn more about the property. My son and I are looking for a fresh start, and this place seems perfect." The landlady's eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, I see. Well, come on in, dear. Let me show you around." As Ayana stepped into the cozy interior of the house, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. The space was bathed in natural li

Panicked and furious, I shouted, "I'm the landlord! You have no right to drive me away!" Helen sneered. "You're the landlord? If you're the landlord, then I'm the President!" Wendy also put on a troubled expression. "Jessica, I've already contacted the landlord. He'll be here soon. If you leave now, you can still keep some dignity. Once the landlord comes and kicks you out, it'll be really embarrassing." My whole body shook with anger. "Fine! Call the landlord! I'd like to see how he plans to kick me out!" "Who's looking for me?"

Eliza blinks, “You two know each other?” Molly nods, “I wasn’t always the landlady of a rural pub, girl. I’ve met a lot of people in my time. I’m a lot older than you.” Crow makes a funny noise, and everyone looks at him. He holds his hands up.

My roommate, Claire Lane, hadn't come home in three days. Then our landlady blocked my doorway with Claire's suitcase in her arms. She said Claire had already moved out and told me to sign Claire's move-out confirmation for her. Just as I picked up the pen, rows of red text suddenly appeared before my eyes, floating like real-time comments on a livestream. [Don't sign! She never left!] [That isn't Claire's suitcase. There's evidence inside.] [The moment you sign, that paper will prove she left of her own free will.] [When the police get to the basement storage room, she'll say the key was in your hands the whole time.] The landlady pushed the pen into my hand.

"She needs her beauty sleep." ‎ ‎The maid nodded and closed the door. ‎ ‎The moment the latch clicked, her posture changed. She locked the deadbolt. She shoved the heavy linen cart against the door, jamming the wheels. ‎ ‎Then, she turned around and pulled the gray cap from her head. ‎ ‎Dark curls tumbled out. ‎ ‎"Mira!" ‎ ‎I dropped the fire poker. ‎ ‎My best friend didn't smile. She looked terrified. She looked older than she had a month ago. Dark circles bruised her eyes, and she was thinner.

Rotten eggs and wilted vegetable leaves rained down on me from every direction, leaving me humiliated and disheveled. Suddenly, someone stepped in front of me, shielding me from the crowd. “Stand down, all of you! Lady Leanora withdrew to St. Maren to pray on behalf of my future princess. These rumors are complete nonsense!” Through the sticky egg whites dripping down my face, I looked at the tall figure standing before me. My nose stung. In my previous life, when I had followed him across the battlefield, he had also stood in front of me like this. In the end, everything changed, yet the way he helped me onto the carriage and escorted me back to the residence made it feel as if nothing had

the landlady explained. “Thank you so much, ma’am,” Lilith replied, nodding her head slowly. After that, the middle-aged woman left, leaving Lilith alone in the rental house. Lilith closed the door and locked it, then hurried to the bedroom, the only room in the house. She set down her belongings and decided to head straight to the bathroom to clean up. It only took a few minutes, Lilith’s body started shivering while she showered, so she quickly changed into warmer clothes and wrapped herself in the thick, warm blanket provided by the rental home’s owner. Lilith sat on the small bed, curling up inside the blanket.

The cameras were installed overnight. Aside from the bathroom and my bedroom, there were no blind spots. Marco was efficient as well. He promised to uncover her background within a week. With everything set, I lay restlessly in bed, waiting for May 18 to arrive. It was the day that had condemned me to eternal ruin in my previous life. I did not sleep at all. When I got up in the morning, the woman who stared back at me in the mirror had two deep, dark circles under her eyes.