Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

the bell boy answered pressing the floor number. Qing Lian handed her phone to Henry. "Give me her number?" She ordered but before Henry could ask they arrived at the 3rd floor. The bell boy tried to help but Henry gestured no. Qing Lian pointed the way to her apartment. They arrived at room 18C and Qing Lian pulled out her key. The two went inside her room. It was a modest 1 bedroom apartment. It had a living room/dining room, a small kitchen, 1 bathroom, 1 bedroom, and a small balcony. "I should say thank you but I will take it as payment for everytime you were a jerk and a slave driver" Qing Lian tiredly stated as she jumped to her couch. "Oh before you live give me her number, I need it"

He grinned to himself, if Grenville thought he had enough men and weapons to kill a wolf he was wrong, Sentinel had no idea what they were up against and Pete literally rubbed his hands with glee at the thought of Sentinel’s downfall, they had controlled the wolf packs for long enough. The doorman of Old Town Apartments swung around in his chair as the desk phone rang. He grabbed the receiver and listened carefully as the letting agent informed him that the empty third floor apartment was now rented and a couple would be moving in the following day. The doorman noted this information on the computer and assured the agent that someone would be available to grant the moving team access to the

"But I'm more than that now. I'm more than the worst thing I've ever done." My throat tightens. "I know," I manage. "Then trust me. Trust that I can do this." "I trust you." "Do you?" "Yes." The word comes out rough. "I trust you." She smiles. "Then help me find an apartment. A real one. With a dishwasher and a door that locks." I laugh. A real laugh. "Deal." JAX POV Two hours later, we find it. It's on the third floor of a brownstone in a quiet neighborhood. The kitchen is small but clean. The living room has original hardwood floors. The bedroom fits a bed and a dresser with room to spare.

Then I parked the car and said, "O.K., we're here. Let's go." The apartment complex had outside stairs and we followed Ellie around the end of a building and up the stairs to the third floor. She unlocked the door to 307, opened it, and walked in. I motioned for Cindy to go in and I followed her. We all left our shoes at the door.

Pierce cannot wait to tie me down as his fake wife and to continue his evil machinations. I hurried to my front door, yanking it open to tell them to either keep it down or come back later. I knew I was literally walking into trouble with my own two feet and I damn sure aren't in any hurry. A professional-looking mover, clipboard in hand, greeted me with a nod. “Morning, ma'am. We're here to move your belongings to Mr. Pierce's residence.” I glared at him. “Do you know what time it is? Can't this wait?”

“This can’t be true. Isn’t Charlene a poor student? How could she afford it?” “That’s right. This apartment must belong to Jacob. He drives an expensive car, and he dresses in luxury brands. Jacob, hurry up and explain!” Jacob pursed his lips as sweat covered his forehead. Meanwhile, Prissy nudged him anxiously. “Jacob! It’s clearly written on the document that you gave me the apartment. Why is he saying that it belongs to Charlene?! Tell me now!” I sneered at Prissy as she stomped her foot, and I slowly said, “Obviously, that deed is fake!”

Alyssa added, "That woman who returned your scarf is named Julie. She's actually Miles' ex-girlfriend. They were together for quite a few years." "They used to live in Building 2, Apartment 304 in District 33. But after they broke up, the place became Miles and his mom's residence. Lately, they've been fighting over the rent..." Sophia sneered, "Those two are as shameless as ever, always taking what's not theirs."

“The thing is, I'm on my way to meet someone up there and I forgot what floor she's in. “Why don't you call her?” The lady's shrewd eyes fixed on mine with suspicion. “Phone's dead.” I lied through my teeth with ease, my easygoing and charming expression still in place. “Please, I don't know if you'll know Ms Larson?” I hold my breath, waiting for the lady to talk. Luckily, she decided to tell me. “Third floor, apartment number 402.” I thanked her, jogging to the elevator only to realise that it wasn't working.

"Can you just imagine yourself on the 72nd floor of this 4019 square inch-" "Sorry, but I have this thing with heights." I cut her off. "No worries." We got to the next place, and it was Jasper who said he didn’t like it, and Cooper disapproved of the other apartment after that. “Now, we have this fully furnished 3 bedroom, 3.5 bath apartment, comes with a private parking space and access to a park across the road." "Fully furnished? Did someone die here?" Cooper asked. I gave him a look.

Zoey and I then went out with our things to the reception. "Room 303," I said to the receptionist, "Greyson Langley." "Oh, wait," said the receptionist, handing me the key, "Here's your key, Mr. Langley." "Thank you." I then led Zoey to the third floor and to room number 303. This room I had previously shared with Amelia. I hope Amelia doesn't come here again. “Wow! It's huge," Zoey said admiring the spaciousness of the apartment, "it's like a house. Look, there's a living room, family room, karaoke and home theatre, kitchen, bathroom, and look at that, there's even a garden outside!”