The Landlord's Sister Novels & Stories

Compared to your sister, you're just a jerk. Even if they had met before, he wouldn't like to be with someone like her. They are far apart from each other. He's heaven and she's earth, as corny as that sounds. Her sister is also on Earth, just pretending to be in the clouds. Imagine, mentioning that they have a farm that has gone bankrupt. Their father is the only one who has a farm and his sister has only set foot there once because that farm is not their father's either. It was their father's family property.

I said. Stephen said, "Marco already has the plans." "I want it to help the families " I said. Stephen kissed the top of my head. "Is there a difference?" I asked. Stephen said, "A landlord owns the land. A steward takes care of it." That night I stood by the cottage window. The villa on the hill looked like a ghost ship. I thought about my father. I wondered if he had realized that the thing he was trying to build was a cage. I climbed into bed. Stephen was already there.

"Because from where I'm standing, you look like you're walking into disaster." "It'll be over. My career will be back on track," I told them. "So do what you have to do. In the meantime, I have to go to New York—two days—to attend my sister’s engagement. She persuaded me to come for a month. Book a ticket to New York now." I ordered both of them. "I'll come," Ashley said. "Me too," Megan said. "Then order three." >>>>> New York, De Cruz Family Mansion. When we arrived at the De Cruz family mansion, I immediately felt my breath stop.

Lisa looked up at Mr. Lombardi, refusing to show any sign of fear. “What the hell do you want? Where is my sister?” He laughed, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You stupid little girl, you should have listened the first time. And as for your little brat of a sister—she’s fine… for now.” He stepped closer.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

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.

She wore a smile and was holding a food flask in her hand. Keiran signaled Umbrie to hide and when she caught the signal, it was already too late. The landlady had seen her and she looked curiously at Keiran. "Who is she?" She questioned stepping into the apartment. "She is my sister — Umbrie." Keiran replied instantly thereby shocking Umbrie whom didn't expect the comeback. "Oh...How are you, my dear?" The landlady in her mid 40's asked beaming again. "I'm fine, thank you." Umbrie replied moving closer.

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.

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.

"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."