If Jennifer had ever been told that one day the characters from all the webnovels she had ever published would appear in her real life, she would have given her writing a lot more thought than she did.
Unfortunately, no one had ever warned her of such a possibility.
Wait—hang on. Wasn't the story of a webnovel writer being reborn or isekaied into their own creation such a commonly told tale that it had become its own genre of webnovel?
So it wasn't for a lack of warning, but rather the disbelief that the fiction you wrote could one day come back to bite you.
In which case, it was very lucky that the fictional men Jennifer wrote were so damn, unbelievably hot.
Last night, when the wolves fought in her lobby, she had been sure it was a dream.
But now, in the light of day, with three hot gentlemen discussing her business in front of her as though she wasn't even there, Jennifer realized she couldn't be dreaming.
There was no dream in her life where three overpowered and ridiculously attractive men would form an uncanny alliance over the matter of her building's security, lease pricing, and handover terms.
Adrian was most concerned about security. The safety of his ALIVE boys was a serious responsibility. And although he could attest to Jennifer's capability as their landlady, he was naturally worried for her too.
"She's too kind for her own good."
To Jennifer's mild horror, both other men fully agreed.
"She's also too trusting," the landlady's son added.
Francis Sinclair. That was his webnovel name—though he hated it and went by Frank, signing his name as Frank Sin instead.
Jennifer had no excuse for the sorry state of her side-character naming skills.
"I'm sorry," she blurted out to Frank.
"It's hardly your fault, my dear," Frank said kindly (but he was referring to the current matters being discussed). He even smiled to reassure her. The expression mirrored his mother's gentle one. "My mother can be a snake in the grass."
The expressions on the other two men darkened.
"But don't worry," Frank vowed, his tone turning dangerous. "I will see to it that you are refunded fairly."
Jennifer shook her head. "It's not like that at all!"
Drake nodded. "Good. You see to that. As for security, I will leave a warrior to stand guard."
"That's not necessary," Jennifer said quickly. "This place doesn't need a warrior."
"Then a doorman," Drake amended.
"A warrior would be good," Adrian nodded.
"Doorman," Frank corrected him.
"Yes. Doorman," Adrian agreed amiably.
"But—" Jennifer tried again.
Drake waved it off. "I have seen Damien's apartment. I know you are undercharging him."
Actually, Jennifer felt Damien was paying far more than she'd expect a college student to afford.
"Take the warrior as repayment for the uncollected rent," Drake decided.
"Doorman," Adrian reminded him.
Drake nodded. "Quite right. Doorman."
Quite right?
Jennifer opened her mouth—then closed it again.
Wth.