Angela Samota Apartment Novels & Stories

Instead, it was two tall men dressed in black suits. Men in Black? A moment later, without a word, a tall woman walked straight into my house. I couldn’t speak and had no choice but to follow them. "So, you're Samara." Te woman said as she looked around my apartment. How embarrassing, it still smells like dried fish all over. "Y-yes, that’s me. What is this about?" I replied. I noticed the woman covering her nose. "Sorry about the smell. Let me open the window." I moved to open the window and aimed the fan at it to let the smell out.

“Because it is expensive, but I don't want you to leave. I want you to move in here.” Oh. “How much did the apartment cost?” “It doesn't matter.” “Samuel,” I called his name again, “I need to know how much the apartment costs. That way, I can work a payment plan with you.” “I don't want it. I wasn't expecting a pay in exchange.” “It doesn't matter. I just need to know the amount.” “Fifteen thousand,” I blinked. “Fifteen grand per month? In a suburb?” “No. No. It's for half a year.”

“Take me there immediately, please.” Wasting no time, Samanta got back i n the taxi with Adasha and they both headed right away t o her friends' apartment. She had t o remain calm. She had been through s o much t o come here. It would only b e a little longer, and she would not give up. “It i s here, madam” said the woman beside her. Sam paid the driver and they got out of the car. They both went into a building and got into the elevator, headed for the fourth floor.

“I got in contact with a hacker and web manager today. Looking forward to holding a meeting with them soonest. In time the glitch will he resolved.” Angela nodded in satisfaction. She wanted nothing but for Crane to pay gravely for messing her life up. All the while she had been in Carolina laying in wait for Alex’s response, she had been servicing some men who merely paid her what would feed three square meals. Thankfully, she had only he giving those pot-bellied men blowjob that had them squealing and singing praises to her name. “So, where is the apartment at?” Angela leaned forward and asked, curious. She hoped that’ll be a nice, comfy apartment. Aside from working at Brazzers as a senio

Almost as much as Samantha loves Alexander, and for love- For loved one could do anything. Samantha raises her cell phone and takes a picture of 179-gil in the fading lights of day. It's nothing more than a cozy residential street, kids riding their bicycles up and down and tiny cars parked by the curb or inside garages. The apartments are small but elegant, having no more than five floors and squished between each other like geminated houses. It seemed like a place Moni would live in. Samantha's phone rings on her lap and she's surprised to see it's Alexander calling him.

I grabbed my phone and called the property manager for a luxury apartment at once. Samuel tried to snatch my phone away from me. I swerved and turned my back to him, quickly speaking into the phone. The manager then exclaimed and said, "Ms. Caroline Whitaker, the unit you're referring to isn't housing just a lady and her two children, miss. A family of six is living there." At once, I recalled having briefly met Samson's in-laws back when he was still alive, and I felt goosebumps spreading all over my body.

Ugh, now I realize asking him to chat in my apartment is not such a good idea. I took out my apartment key when we got to the third floor and went straight to my door and opened it. Good thing I cleaned it up this morning, I thought as I walked inside. Even though it's not very big, I like my minimalist and modern apartment. I turned my body waiting for Sam who was still standing hesitantly at my apartment door. "Is there any problem?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "No ... No problem." Sam swallowed his saliva then started to go inside. He immediately sat down on the only Tosca sofa in my apartment while looking around my apartment. His tall and big body looks like a giant in my small apartm

I brought Samantha's mom back to my little rented apartment. Samantha had insisted that her mom and I stay in the villa, but I refused. My debts weren't cleared, I didn't have the money for a house, and this tiny apartment had only one bed—no fancy medical equipment or luxuries. Yet, when Mom stepped inside, she looked around and, finally satisfied, sat on the edge of the bed with a smile. "This is perfect. I can sleep with Adam again."

Opening the door of the dormitory, I saw Samantha Silva, my roommate, putting on makeup in front of the mirror, seemingly ready to go out. Samantha, who had an outstanding appearance but a not-so-good temper, was a resident of the neighboring city of Goldmoor. It was said that her family was involved in business and quite wealthy. She graduated from Film Academy with excellent grades, and it was rumored that she had already started receiving offers for advertisements while still in school. Before joining Wayne, she had already been part of a film crew, and after finishing shooting here, she was waiting for new opportunities. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Samantha was applying m