Angela Samota Apartment Novels & Stories

She paused when she saw it was her landlord with some men behind him. “Is… is something wrong?" The man sighed and by the look on his face, whatever he was about to say wasn't going to be pleasing to her ear. “Mrs Heather Swift, I'm sorry to have to say this but you and Miss Kiara have to move out of this apartment immediately" Heather's eyes widened as she sucked in her breath. “We have to what? Why?" Before the landlord could say anything, Samantha appeared from behind him dressed in a leather dress with red heels, a red bag and red lips. The weather was so gloomy outside, why was she wearing sunglasses?

He appeared to have the scare of his life! He immediately scanned the documents Samantha gave, checking her marital status. He never bothered to go through them after receiving such high recommendations from The Emerald Hotel. Besides, he was very sure the General Manager of the same property addressed Samantha as Miss Davis. "Um... No... I am... I am a single mother. I will be living with my aunt and my twins," Samantha shyly revealed, clearing out the misunderstanding. "I hope... it's not a problem." Halting his panicking, it was as if John Garcia immediately recognized Samantha's reluctance. He imposed a smile and replied, "No! Of course not! It's not a problem."

His grip was warm and confident. Pristine wandered past us into the living room, her heels clicking against the floor. “Nice apartment, Damien,” she said, glancing around like she owned the place. She sank onto the couch, crossing her legs slowly, like a queen claiming her throne. Damien’s jaw tightened. “Sam, your room’s down the hall. Second door on the left.” “Got it,” Sam said, strolling past. "I'll be right back to have some great time with your clients. I wonder what kind of lawyer has three beautiful clients in his house like a man with three wives."

“Oh, you’re our future queen. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Samantha. We met briefly at the festival last night, but I don’t think I introduced myself.” “Hi,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. “I’m Anila.” “What can I get for you ladies?” Samantha asked, looking between the two of us. “Can I just get a coffee black and a buttered croissant?” Angelica asked. Samantha nodded and punched that into the register. “Of course,” she replied. “And for you?” She asked, peeking up at me. “I’ll just do the same,” I told her. “But cream and sugar on the side.”

It’s not going to be pleasant, but I can't commit to continuing seeing him, even if my stomach feels with butterflies whenever our eyes meet. After dinner, we sit outside on the smallest balcony I’ve ever seen in my whole life. His balcony faces the sea, which I think is a perfect addition to his flat. Sam’s lucky enough to be on the top floor of the shabby building. His flat is tiny and it’s clear that there’s space for only one person. A small counter divides the kitchen from the dining table and the living area. The walls are white and bare, but I still find it cosier than my own place. There’s a giant throw blanket draped over the back of the only sofa, and pictures scattered around in f

At the end of the night, after I was done helping close up the place Sam walked up to me with a set of keys in her hand “Don’t get too excited now, these aren’t the keys to bar, but you did do really good tonight. If you don’t mind though I’d like to show you what’s upstairs before we head back.” “Ummm….O.K?” I said as I followed her out the side door and around the back, tucked out of the way of the loading dock was a staircase I hadn’t noticed before, probably because it was painted white like everything else around here. at the top was a decent sized balcony, and the door was set back a ways so that nobody could see it from the ground, the door was painted bright blue, and squeaked like i

Third Person's POV That same night, Samantha grabbed her toddler and left with Thomasina without looking back. Watching their retreating figures, the smile on Angela's face vanished instantly, and she spat toward the door. "If I didn't know better," Angela snapped at her husband and mother-in-law, "I'd think Samantha was Thomasina's secret love child!" At 10:00 PM, Thomasina brought the mother and son to the top floor of a high-end beauty spa she owned.

Cletan will stay at this place until he leaves for Country U on next Friday night. Anna will be temporarily living with Sam in his new condominium. It was big in size with one living room, 3 bedrooms. Sam was planning to use one room as Study room, One big room as Master bedroom and remaining one as Guest room. Anna will also help him on interior of that place.She will move her stuff in Old condominium on next Friday morning. Meantime, they will call Martha(Owner) to transfer the tenant occupancy agreement. They will call professional cleaners to tidy up that place.

Sam, the chef at this villa," explained Ansel. Hello, madam," they all greeted. "Just call me Angela!" Angela exclaimed, smiling. "Come on, I'll take you to your room," said Debara. "I don't want to go into the room yet," Angela exclaimed. "Ansel, can we talk now, in the greenhouse?" Angela really couldn't wait to hear Ansel's explanation. "Okay," Ansel replied, scratching the nape of his neck, which didn't itch. This time, Ansel couldn't dodge anymore.

He cleared his throat and said, “If you girls are having trouble, I’d only be happy to help. I know a good apartment that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg.” He was lying. This particular one he was thinking of did cost an arm and a leg. It belonged to his cousin Sam Harrington. The place, however, hadn’t been occupied in three years, so he figured it should be all right. Hence, he continued, “It’s a great apartment. Eighth floor. Nice view of the beach and the city.”