Apartment 308 の小説・ストーリー

Levan pulled onto a patch of grass near the building we wanted. The four of us got out. Harper and I walked in front, with the two men following behind. We took the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Apartment 1603. Harper pressed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a young woman. She was thin to the point of frailty, like a paper doll. Though her skin was fair and her features delicate—she might have been beautiful once—a centipede-like scar ran down the left side of her face.

 FINAL EVICTION NOTICE — 7 DAYS TO VACATE Her rent had been late for three months. She knew this was coming, but the reality still hit like a slap. At twenty-four, Sophia was barely surviving in the city. After losing her waitressing job due to the restaurant’s closure, she had been scraping by with freelance graphic design gigs that paid next to nothing. This apartment — Unit 3204 in Voss Tower — had been her only stable place for the past year. And now, it was about to be taken away by the ruthless billionaire who owned the entire building.

"Don't curse." Three hours later I was staring at myself in the full length mirror in Cath's bedroom. I had spent a full thirty minutes gawking at her apartment. It was on the top floor of a high rise building and was one of the only two apartments on the freaking floor. It was a little bit too impersonal for my taste, and looked barely lived in. There were no pictures on the wall or personal nick nacks anywhere. In fact, the only room that had any sign of life was the home office. The apartment was done up in stark white and blacks. I itched with the urge to dirty it up a bit. But nobody could deny that it was prime real estate. The floor to ceiling windows encompassing the whole place reve

The white apartment door before us bore the number 12054, which, once translated, indicated our location: the 120th floor, apartment 54. As Alex and I stepped out from the capsule taxi to the balcony, it seamlessly closed its door behind us and departed, leaving us at the threshold of our new dwelling. The door to our apartment swung open in response to the proximity of our smartwatches. The apartment, though modest in size, was efficiently laid out, encompassing a living area, kitchen, a queen size bed, and a bathroom all within 30 to 40 square meters (around 400 square feet). It was a compact space.

Adrian's apartment? *****

All the windows in the third block were dark except for the windows of Lindy and Sonnet’s units. Meanwhile, the third block was a stark contrast from the other blocks. Most of the windows in the other blocks were brightly lit! “What’s going on? Why is nobody living in the third block? Octo Apartments is the best apartment complex in the entire residential area. The third block is the central block as well. It’s the best among the best. Why is no one living here?!” Lindy was shocked. She seemed to think of something. She held onto Sonnet’s arm and asked, “Can there be a story to our block?”

“Selma, I'd like to see apartment 3oo6.” “Luna, that one is taken.” She said, going on her computer and fingers clacking the keyboard. “We do have apartment 14o8 that is available.” She flicked her gaze to Eddison, looking him over and then back at me. “Privacy is assured for you and your gentleman friend.” I snorted at the innuendo. “My interest is in 3oo6. Please hand me the keys.”

Chapter 3 LYKA'S POV There I was, wandering the streets again. I approached an elderly woman sweeping the sidewalk. “Excuse me Miss, do you know any apartments for rent here?” “Why, miss? Are you looking for one?” Of course I am. Why else would I be asking? “Yes,” I answered politely. “There’s one right behind you. Small room’s three thousand, a bigger one is four-five. One month deposit.” “Are you the owner?” “No, my son is.”