221b Baker Street Flat の小説・ストーリー

And that irked him. A footstep in the hallway outside drew his attention from the window. This building was generally quiet, and the flat they used as their headquarters encompassed the entire third floor, but he still heard the other occupants from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Brixham, who lived on the fourth floor, were a tidy, polite couple who rarely ventured beyond their door. The fifth floor was split between two flats - one belonging to a young but well-to-do family and the other to a physician who was away more often than she was home - and the sixth floor was occupied by a barrister and his second wife. Cruz knew every occupant of this building, as well as their approximate age, occup

The Good News thing is that Brits is also going to move to Soho with me. She wants to be closer to Clayton,so Crystal can be closer to her father and can know him more. I won't be alone we looking for a three bedroom apartments with kitchen and a living room. Finally the driver comes to stop Infront of the mansion and I come down from the car taking my suitcase along with me. I pay him and also thank him. I ring the door bell three times before one the security guys comes to open gate. Once I get to the front door I suddenly become nervous , I let out sigh before opening the door and entering.

I’m strongly considering getting a new real estate agent. “Do ya want me to scare the bird off?” Adder whispered as we followed Miss Randall down the hall. This was our fifth showing. I’m hopeful about this flat. It's located in a rather nice area in Belgravia that was a short drive to my office in London proper. “No hurting the real estate agent.” I whispered back.

The other man caught the keys tossed to him. "She's our client and our leader likes her. We'll carve a way through the mountains if she wants us to for our leader. Now go." The other man got down his bike while cursing. He was passing through the smaller entrance walk-in gate next to the huge gates. He suddenly paused and looked over his shoulder. "What apartment number again?" "1021, Lila Calvins." "And what floor?" The first man hissed angrily, "What are you... Git? We just went in there. Tenth floor."

the officer explained, his expression grave. "A pregnant woman was found dead in one of the apartments." Lucas felt a wave of nausea wash over him at the news, his mind racing with worry for Alice. "Which apartment?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The officer glanced down at his notes before responding. "Apartment 3B," he said, his tone solemn. Lucas's heart sank at the mention of Alice's apartment number. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized the implications of the situation.

Lilli - “Eeep!” Drake - “That was really loud, are you already outside?!” I can hear his concern. Lilli - “Yes… I am… please… tell me… your address.” He curses under his breath before he answers. Drake - “It's flat 210 Dragon Scales apartments on Twisted Tail Road.” I look up and realise I'm under the porch of his building, so I turn and walk inside. Lilli - “Thanks… see you soon.”

POV: Emily The flat was on the third floor of a narrow building on Birch Street, above a bakery called Emmett's that had been there, according to the landlord, since before either of us was born. He said it like a selling point. I took it as one. The flat itself was small. One bedroom, a living room that doubled as a workspace if you were creative about furniture arrangement, a kitchen where two people could stand if they were friendly about it, and a bathroom with a window that looked out onto the back alley and the top of a chestnut tree that had pushed itself up through whatever gap it could find between the paving stones below.

She would not lose everything. They shared a tiny flat on the second floor over a bakery that perfumed the stairs with the odor of bread every morning as there were screaming trams rattling the windows, creaking the floorboards under their feet and walls thin enough that they could even overhear their neighbors shouting at one another as if it was theirs and it was secure. For the first time in years, Blackwood's eyes looked anywhere but at them. No servants gasped at every step. No Samuel trailed behind.

Charles whisper behind me. The driver heard him, too, as he smiled at me, probably thinking something must be happening between us. I held back my hiss while ignoring what he had said. Letting Brian know that I was just a few minutes away from home, I pushed my phone back into my bag. “Is it the second apartment or the first one?” I heard the driver ask. “The second is off Boulevard Street,” I answered politely. I have heard about the first apartment building but have never seen it, even though it is closer to the second one.

“I don’t shop for the past.” The second woman gave a tinkling laugh, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Interesting. And who might this be?” Her gaze slid over me like I was an item on a clearance rack. I squared my shoulders, refusing to flinch. “Demetria Hernandez,” I said, my voice even, strong. “Owner of Butter & Bloom Bakery.” That made them blink. Just a flicker, but I caught it. “A bakery,” the first one echoed, dragging out the word as if it were a novelty. “How… quaint.”