The Landlord's Sister Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, Mandy shook her head and quietly said, “I know you might have a secret stash, but there’s no need to act so rashly. We really can’t afford to offend that person…” “Hahahaha!” The landlord was complacent upon hearing her. “You brat, even your lady knows that you can’t be opposing me. Why are you still here spouting nonsense?! “Say what, if you give me your lady, and I’ll hand you fifteen thousand dollars? Maybe thirty thousand?” The landlord was on his high horse, it seemed like this was not his first time doing such things.

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

"That's what I'm for. That's literally what sisters are for." "I know that now," Anna said. "Six weeks of listening to you talk to an unconscious person will teach you a lot about what your sister is for." The faint smile again. "You talked about everything. Things I didn't know. Things I should've known." She looked at Irina's hands. At the ring. "He brought you food on the first night." "He did." "And sat in the dark with you." "Yeah." "And took you to dad's—" she stopped. "He took you to the Italian place."

What if she was his landlord and now she thought I was here to evict him? My soul nearly left my body. The woman’s expression shifted slightly, and I was about to start digging my own grave when she finally answered. “Yeah… May I know who you are?” Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly swayed. Thank God. “I’m his sister,” I said, my enthusiasm cranked up to maximum volume. For a split second, her smile faltered. Just a flicker, but I saw it. Weird. But then she recovered, her expression smoothing back into something polite but guarded.

Life is really becoming unbearable with every breath we inhale and exhale out. The landlord was so shameless and desperate that he even wanted to rape my sister all because of money why? Ya Allah why is every one treating us bad just because of money why? A knock from the door jolted me out of my reveries. Behold it was Khalid at the door side. I smile and ask him to come in. I introduced him to Reedah and also told her, he was the good Samaritan that help us with everything including the hospital bills and other necessary things.

Than was safe. Then, “Lock your door.” And he left. I stood there staring at the empty doorway. So that was the landlord. Olivia had mentioned a brother who owned the building older, quiet, kept to himself. She’d said it casually, the way you mention furniture. Like he was just part of the apartment’s features. She had undersold him. Significantly. I closed the door slowly. The click echoed softly through the apartment. I pressed my back against it. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours since I moved in.

To make matters worse, the landlord was refusing to return four months' worth of silver credits. "This den was nearly cursed by your presence! I’m being merciful by not reporting you to the Council for inviting such darkness into my property. Renting to omegas like you was a stain on my karma! You want your credits back? Dream on!" The landlord was a massive beta woman, nearly two hundred pounds of solid muscle and fury, standing with her hands on her hips. "What do you mean, 'people like us'?" Carllo’s eyes flashed a dangerous amber. He had returned with a sincere heart to negotiate, but her insults were like salt in an open wound.

The old lady told her she had just moved in some days ago, that she didn’t know anyone of such name, but the landlord that lent the place out told them a lady was residing in the apartment before. Linda thanked the woman and came back into the van. We decided to stay around since it was quite strange to move out in this kind of environment that fast. Just like we predicted, it was all a setup. The old lady wasn’t entirely old like she seemed because her makeup was cleaned up and we watched as a much younger lady who we admitted to be Selena’s sister walked out with a hoodie on her head. Lorenzo decided to follow her. Immediately he started trailing her, she noticed and started running. Loren

she said casually, “but my sister is. She has kids around Anna’s age. They live in a really nice apartment complex near a school called Evercrest Academy.” She smiled slightly. “The school has a great reputation, and the neighborhood is safe. I can ask my sister for the landlord’s number and check if there’s an available apartment and even take you there to see it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Won’t you be busy with work?”