Addison Apartments Sally Face Novels & Stories

“I know you were trying to start labor, but really enjoyed getting out of my apartment.” “You don’t have to live indoors,” I say shaking my head.” “I figured my apartment faces the street because yours faces the courtyard,” Britt says and Sally giggles. “Just don’t stare up at our place and you can walk the courtyard,” I say with a shrug. “Getting out among wolves might help your wolf wake up again. She was way too pretty to not come out again.” Sally squeezes my hand. I look at Sally and realize I may have said something too much. Hopefully this is minor enough to not get me killed.

Grace’s POV “And don’t forget the couch.” Addison directed the private cleaning crew we hired to get rid of the bodies; the mess requiring a deep and thorough sweep. “Would you like a similar model? Or something more upscale?” The old wolf asked, his weathered face and calloused hands wrinkled in a smile. “No- just a replacement. We’re staying here temporarily and it is the hotels.” Addison wrote down on the list he had before her. “I don’t suppose you lovely ladies have a sister who isn’t mated? I have a handsome son I’m trying to get settled down.” He winked at me as he went over the paperwork and directed his crew.

Was he going crazy? He rules out the cheapest apartment and holds up the photos of the other two. Turning the photo of the third apartment to Sousa, he asks: - What about this apartment? - Well, Mr. Dixan, it has very generous areas: one bedroom with a walk-in closet, two bathrooms, a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen, a laundry room, and a balcony overlooking the Hudson River. - And this one? - he asks, showing the second apartment. - That one has good areas but is smaller than the other. It has one bedroom with a walk-in closet, one bathroom, a living room with a big balcony, a kitchen, and a laundry room. It has a magnificent view of Central Park and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis R

Having spent the last four years independently, away from home, Hayley felt a little claustrophobic. Her phone buzzed with a back-to-back message from Ashton. What did he want now? She had waited the whole day for him to call her and explain himself, but he hadn’t considered it necessary. Maybe she really was right about Madison. They were friends with benefits! She checked the messages and her eyes popped out on seeing around ten pictures of a beautifully furnished apartment. There was a caption too. This apartment is available for rent in my building. I can arrange it for you today. Decide fast and confirm by today!–Ashton.

After all, there’s nothing going on between her and Kendrick, and she isn’t even sure yet of the reason why Kendrick called her here in the first place. Sally pressed the doorbell, and it rang inside. The maid hurried to get the door immediately. When Sally walked into the house, she couldn’t stop looking around, although she had seen so many other luxurious apartments, including the one Kayla used to live in, but she could clearly tell that this one was different. The interior perfectly suits the apartment, and it complements itself so well. The maid showed her where to sit, and without hesitating, she sat down immediately, but it didn’t stop her from looking around the house.

I glanced at Andy and Ollie, making sure they were still breathing and comfortable before I went into my bedroom. My room, like the rest of the apartment, was still mostly bare. After all, we are still moving in. Soon this shell of an apartment will feel like a home. I’m looking forward to the coming years of living here with my two best friends. Yes, Adder has quickly become one of my best friends. Some days I even think I like her more than I do Ashton. She’s at least tidier than him.

“Who are you looking for?” Sally crouched down, maintaining the same eye level with Adrian. “Your eyes…” Adrian blinked. “Ugly?” “No,” Sally said despite her heart thumping rapidly. “It looks like a certain someone I know.” Inside the apartment, Fia instantly stood up and walked to the door. She let go of her wariness when she saw it was Sally. “Excuse me, miss. Did you get the wrong apartment?” Sally raised her head and saw her, and she quickly stood up and said, “I’m sorry. I just got down from upstairs. Mr. Maxwell told me about you. I got a bit curious and came down to take a look. I didn’t realize it really was you.”

Sally met both men at the lobby hallway like the last time and once she had given her greetings and taken the files in Easton's hand, she proceeded to address Alexander. "Welcome, Sir," she nodded towards him to which Alexander offered a gentle smile, still trying to conceal his emotions. "Miss, April will be with you shortly, she is your assistant, and should you need anything do not hesitate to inquire from her." "Assistant-" The words haven't even left his mouth when he saw a gorgeously dressed woman walking towards them, she looked rather intimidating with that bold smile that stuck to her face like she was born with it. "Hello, Sir..." she called, with an arm extended. "I'm April McCart

Now, here in the Texas summer heat, Addison Reese is back in my life, and how was I supposed to deal with that? “Addy!” I call out. She turns her head in my direction, and I almost reel back in shock. While she is just as beautiful as ever, there are healing bruises on her face. And not just one, but many. She looks at me, and a small expression of shock crosses her face before she quickly masks it, puts on a pair of oversized sunglasses, and hurries over to her car.

The outfit that was supposed to make me feel powerful, the outfit that had done nothing but make me feel both confident and exposed. “Tess! Come here! Right now!” Addison’s voice rang out from the living room, bright and insistent. Of course. Judging from her tone, her day had probably been all rainbows and flowers and unicorns and sunshine. I walked out of my room, still towel-drying my hair while Addison was sprawled on the couch with her laptop with a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach. But the moment she saw my face, her smile faltered. “Whoa.” She sat up, setting the laptop aside. “What is that face?”