Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

I hurriedly said, “I just moved in. I live in 302.” “Oh?” The old woman hurried past me. “Ma’am, do you know about the couple living in 303?” The old woman immediately froze. Then, she stared at me in puzzlement. “303 has been empty for two years. No one has lived there since the fire. What on earth are you talking about?”

Or dead. In grim silence, the trio made their way to the southwestern edge of town, to an upscale apartment building. It looked new, gleaming. They drove past a sleek new swimming pool that looked more like a tropical oasis than a man-made water hole. Multiple spas, jogging trail, Wi-Fi included. Definitely more upscale than Tyler could afford on a bouncer’s salary. Luc’s heart sank, and given Jack’s and Hunter’s grim faces, they had done the math as well. But they continued on until they reached apartment 314 and knocked.

I had to fight the urge to turn around and run back out of the building, as I knew we were there for a purpose. We made our way into the elevator and rode it to the third floor. The ammonia smell intensified, causing my stomach to gurgle. As I took in my surroundings, I saw a small hallway that seemed to go on forever, lined with doors. We continued to the right, finally coming across apartment 310, which had an eviction notice attached to the door. The door was opened slightly. As we stepped inside, the condition of the apartment was heartbreaking; the walls were painted in faded green, while cracked tiles were scattered on the floor. The furniture in the room was almost non-existent, with

Which, technically, I am. "Someone who actually recognizes those addresses." I walk to the screen. My heart is hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, wet and heavy. I point to the list Marcus submitted. "This building. 2847 Astoria Boulevard. That's low-income housing. Rent-controlled units. I know because I looked at an apartment there three years ago." I move my finger down. "This one? 3912 31st Avenue. Same thing. And this one—" My finger lands on the third address. The text is small, black and white, but it screams at me.

she replied and gave us the keys. “Thank you!” we exclaimed and ran upstairs to the third floor. “183!” I said, as I saw the number at the doors. “Open it!” Mia screamed. I laughed and started opening the doors. As we went inside, we saw a big, beautiful apartment. It had 2 bathrooms and 3 rooms, apart from the living room. “It’s huge!” Bella stated. Our eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “Damn, it’s divine!” I stated. Girls nodded.

I frowned and picked it up before opening it… "House no. 356, Apealbum Housing, Wall Street, New Jersey. You'll find Michelle and George there. "

“Walk-up. No cameras in the building. Landlord owes me a favor. Paid cash through March.” “Key?” Zara asked. James tossed it. She caught it. Didn’t fumble. Bastian followed. Bisi behind him, duffel over her shoulder. James took point up the stairs, checking corners like Daniel might be behind every door. He wasn’t. Not yet. The apartment was 3C. Door painted brown years ago. Deadbolt new. James added that himself, by the look of it. Zara unlocked it. Went in first. One bedroom. Couch that sagged in the middle. Kitchen with two burners. Water stain on the ceiling shaped like a country she didn’t know. Window looked at another brick wall.