Novel & Cerita The Landlord's Sister

I could see how agitated and perplexed he looked, and I shook my head in pity. “You should have paid your rent if you care so much about your daughter,” the landlord thundered, pointing in the man’s face. “I swear that I had the money, but somehow, I got duped by con-artists! Please you have to believe me!” “You fool! I’m sure you gambled the money as usual. Get the hell out of my property now!” The landlord roared like an angry Lion. I could see a few people peeping from their windows and wondering what the commotion was about. A few of them stepped out of their homes to reasson with the landlord and the man.

Before Bianca could say anything, she saw the landlord squint his eyes and the wide grin on his face shrink a bit. Then he spat again. Bianca turned and saw Frost arriving. Frost walked up to Bianca and looked at the landlord. "This gentleman is the landlord!" Bianca introduced him politely. The landlord scrutinized Frost with a casual attitude, noting his flashy attire and distinguished bearing, clearly identifying him as a wealthy man. "I just asked about the price, and it's also 200,000," Bianca told Frost. Frost nodded and was about to inquire about the size and age of the house when the landlord suddenly raised his hand.

Lilian I followed silently though I really wanted to find out about what was going on in the neighborhood. Another shot went out again followed by screamings and ass kickings. We listened camly from our hiding until the men walked out completely from the place. I left my half-sister inside and stepped out alone. I only found a weeping neighbor's young daughter who related the information to me. Earlier last month, the lessor had increased the rent but the leasee insisted on paying up with the previous rent.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

Olabamiji walked to the place where the landlady was standing with Omolaso and her mom, “we are sorry for the embarrassment, please did happen?“ Mr. Olabamiji asked, '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, 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, and am 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 my da

"This is such a beautiful place with beautiful surroundings, and I think if you put proper lighting in the driveway and in every room, I'm sure this place will attract a lot of visitors. I don't know precisely how much it will cost but I think this could be of help. And please don't worry about paying me back. You don't owe me anything." There was a pause, then suddenly the landlord snatched the pouch from his wife's hand and tossed it onto the counter. "Take it back. We don't need your pity!" He snapped, glaring at her. "But, I—" She instinctively stepped away, heart pounding in fear. She stepped on something and stumbled, but a firm, gentle grip on her arm stopped her from reeling. Immedia

I lunged forward and grabbed his left leg, dropping to my knees. "Please!" I wailed, probably a bit too loudly. "I’ll do your laundry! I’ll meal prep for you! I’ll be so quiet you’ll forget I exist! If I don't get this room, my sister is going to make me move back in with her husband, and I’d honestly rather jump in front of a bus!" I felt the muscle in his leg go rock-hard under my grip. The landlady gasped, and the agent, who had just walked up, looked like he wanted to vanish into the pavement.

Paris knocked on the door. "She left with her kids," said the landlord exiting a room. "Do you know when they will return?" asked Paris as she searched in her purse to pay him." "They won't be coming back," retorted the landlord. Paris paused and her eyes went to him instantly. "Right after you left your sister paid me, packed, and left with her kids just bringing their clothes and small items she can carry." Paris couldn't believe what she had heard. "Here you go, she left this for me," the landlord gave her a folded piece of paper and left.

How would she feel? As this thoughts were crossing his mind, he decided to get up and pull Carmen into his embrace. But before he could even get up, the land lady came out and spoke to them. "Your sister no longer lives here. She has already packed out and she hardly comes around. You are disturbing the sleep of my other tenants. You might as well leave if that's why you are here." She spoke harshly at them.

“You’ll soon have no houses.” The landlord chided, “F*ck, you sh*tty brat, are you looking for death? Do you believe that I can keep you from getting out of this neighbourhood with just a call?” Aunt Rockefeller really felt a headache about it. She gave the landlord a slap on his face, then turned to Alex and said, “Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? I’m getting a headache just listening to the two of you.” The landlord, who was knocked to the ground from the slap, was seething with rage.