The Landlord's Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eva's words were interrupted by the landlord, "I don't care you pay my rent and empty my apartment right now." "But... sir..." Eva was about to speak out but Eddy placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "slow down old man. It's not good to get tempered in such a little thing. She is my sister and I am her brother. That is the truth. I don't think we should explain everything. Here take the money...We are leaving right now..." "Ed..." Eva called out helplessly. "You are coming with me," said Eddy handing the money to the landlord.

When is all these going to end? "Mr Donovan, take pity on us. We will pay up our rent soon." Her sister, Anna, was on her knees, rubbing her palms together in a pleady gesture. She knelt in front of the house, poking her head to get a view of the landlord inside the house.

She wasn't surprised that I hadn't replied to Flynn's messages. After all, my little brother and I had become enemies thanks to Scarlett, my elder sister's, instigation. But ignoring a message from her own mother? That was unprecedented. Frustrated, she turned to my father and said flatly, "Let's just forget about her and go home. I can't stand being here a second longer!" The landlord, overhearing, glared at her. "Hey, that's rude. Anyway, are you taking her stuff or not? If not, I'll just throw it out," he said, clearly fed up.

Not anymore. I groaned, rubbing my temples as I tried to shake off the overwhelming feeling of failure. But the feeling only deepened when the doorbell rang, and Olivia, my younger sister, rushed to open it. "Good evening, sir," Olivia’s voice chimed from the hallway. I tensed, hearing a man’s voice I didn’t recognize. I stood and walked toward the door, just as my mom appeared from the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she saw the landlord standing there, his arms crossed, his face set in a stern expression.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

"I'm going to be late for work, I hope things work out well for you. She acted as if her presence at our place had not just being a complete sketch. "That was weird," I closed the door and went back to my laptop. So many thoughts ran through my head as I attempted to type my chapter. "She only made that up, my sister would never betray me like that," I soliloquized the entire time, "it doesn't add up, she was just here the other day yelling against infidelity," I chuckled to reassure myself, unconciously pressing on the space bar key the entire time.

“I didn’t know you were still this cynical in the morning.” “I didn’t know you were still this allergic to direct answers.” “We’ve all grown.” “No. You moved into the mansion next door after your brother came back into my life as my sister’s fiancé and the owner of the Northlake project. Then suddenly you show up with expensive gelato for my children. Now you’re standing at the gate like a friendly neighbor from a rich-people catalog. That isn’t coincidence.” Nathan laughed under his breath. I narrowed my eyes at him. “The De Sanctis family loves creating patterns and then pretending they’re weather.”

Maybe if it wasn’t for what he did, I could have given the thought a chance. “You aren’t mad that you’re like siblings,” Greyson continued, failing to catch what transpired between us. “I mean, I am your master and you are like brother and sister. A master is like a father, if you know what I mean.” “No,” Adolphus and I echoed. “Impossible,” I continued. “Not even worth it,” Adolphus replied. “I can’t accept him as my brother. He is my landlord. My brother won’t make me pay for rent. He will give me his apartment for free and he will be kind.”

I couldn't fall. The figure glanced back. Even through the mask, I could see their eyes widen. They hadn't expected me to follow. They'd expected me to stand by the lake, screaming and crying, the way normal people would. But I wasn't normal. I was Alice's sister. And I was done being scared. "You can't outrun me!" I yelled. "I've been running my whole life!" The figure veered left, toward the old maintenance shed near the edge of campus. I'd seen it before, a crumbling building covered in vines, its windows boarded up, its door rusted shut.

A bait-and-switch? Jeffrey's reply was right below that comment. [Easy, man! The merchandise is just next door with the landlord, a little holdover. Consider it a special bonus to up the thrill.] [My landlord, whom I’ve come to think of as a sister, is a real knockout. She hinted that, for the right price, she’d join in on the fun.] Suddenly, my world spun. I felt my blood run cold, and my phone nearly slipped from my grasp, tumbling into the couch cushions.