The Landlord's Sister Novels & Stories

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.

Why is she here? “Hello, Mr. Cruz. I’m Zane Klein, and this is my sister, Amaija Klein,” the man I recall as her older brother says, breaking the silence. I reluctantly pull my eyes from her to focus on him. “We—well, Amaija—owns this apartment.” “Oni-chan, let’s go,” she says, finally speaking. “Go?” He looks at her, confused, then back at me. “Oh, I didn’t even recognize you. You’re the T-shirt guy. Small world.” She elbows him and glares.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

"Ma'am, what do you mean by that?" The land lady eyed them. "You think I don't know about how you have taken your sister's boyfriend and how you made up stories about she being a home wrecker? You are such a wicked sister. Who would do such a wicked thing to their own sister?" She then turned to Daniel and continued. "And you, who would have thought that you were this kind of a man. You were here all this time when she was here. I witnessed your relationship and I even remember the day you guys came together to rent my apartment but now look at you. You are such an assh*le. You ain't a real man at all. I wish her all the best with her new man. He is way more gentlemanly than you."

“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.

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

"What are you talking about?" "Don't pretend, do you really think I don't know? Ask around here, who doesn't know you're working as a prostitute. Spend a night with me, and I'll deduct it from your rent. Sound good?" The landlord approached Jasmine with a smile, reaching out and touching her inappropriately. "Ah!" The landlord let out a cry of pain as Justin hit his foot with a pair of pliers. "You little bastard." The landlord tried to hit Justin. Jasmine pushed the landlord away forcefully, then picked up Justin and ran outside.

the landlord threatened. A headache blossomed in my temples as I felt the weight of the situation. What could I do to calm him down? Before I could think, my mom slapped the landlord and spat, "If you don’t get out of my face, I’ll break your damn head and make sure you can’t walk home!" My heart raced. I realized we were in deep trouble now. The landlord was a close friend with the Kenny brothers, who had a reputation for causing chaos on the next street.