Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

,she smiled big. "she got us all smell good stuff Mary is amazing doc Is one lucky wolf",I agree. We walk in and after an elevator ride I'm on my floor. Apartment number three and I'm handed a key and I open it but I'm nervous. Walking inside I'm floored it is fully furnished and fully stocked. "wow this is...this is....",I'm amazed. "amazing, right?",I look around and doc starts talking.

Karina smiled and then took the card given by Nolan, which was the key to the apartment unit in Prime Plaza. "The unit is located on the 30th floor, number 3007. And it's better not to tell other employees about this, because I only have one apartment unit in Prime Plaza and I'm giving it to you." Nolan said, slightly squinting and blinking his eyes, asking Karina to compromise with him. Karina nodded enthusiastically, "Alright, Sir! I will keep it to myself. Thank you again, Sir! Thank you!" Karina said with enthusiasm and couldn't stop feeling happy about the gift.

“It was the name we gave the boy when he was born. Then Dr. Hansen must have changed it.” “Let’s not stray from the topic,” Mark interrupted. “Where is that apartment?” “On Atlantic Avenue, I don’t know the name or number of the building, but it’s the only small diagonal to the subway station. The apartment is 6-B on the sixth floor. If the elderly are there they may help her, and if they are traveling she also has access to it because she takes care of it. If she was at home this morning, it means she shouldn’t be taking care of it.”

I paid the driver and stepped out, my shoes crunching on the gravel as I made my way to the entrance. My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed the rickety stairs to the third floor, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I reached apartment 304 When I reached apartment 304, I stood frozen in front of the door, my hand hovering over the worn wood. It was old, chipped, with peeling paint, like everything else in this place. For a moment, I wondered if this was a mistake, if I was chasing ghosts. But if Thomas Avery had any information about my parents, I couldn’t turn back now.

Mary tilted her face in my direction, smiling, "It doesn't have the view of Central Park, but…” " Are we close enough? " I smiled as I watched her reaction. " Yes, we are," she bit her lower lip in mid-smile. I love it when she does that. " Let's see if the place is really good," Omar declared, watching us. " Don't interrupt them," Elena scolded. We got to the 30th floor, in the hallway there were two doors, Rachel guided us to the left door and then opened it. We entered and it really was a beautiful apartment, and not as flashy as the previous ones.

the driver said. I threw some bills at him, probably too many, I couldn't focus enough to count, and stumbled out onto the sidewalk. The building had a call box, but I ignored it, yanking on the door until someone leaving let me slip inside. Security was shit in this city. I found the stairs… the elevator seemed too complicated in my current state… and climbed to the third floor, my hand gripping the railing so hard my knuckles went white. Apartment 3C. Lena Rodriguez.

The two guards who had driven in a taxi were flanking us in an instant. The block of flats was a huge one. There were about two dozen apartments on that block alone. We went in, then took the elevator. I stomped out my cigarette before entering the elevator, then got a stick of chewing gum, trying to calm my nerves. The elevator showed us the apartments that began with the number thirty. Was this where Christian Tucker's wife and child lived? I could already see the story that the media were going to form. My stomach bubbled in excitement as we neared the door that said thirty five above.

Owen's building appears thirty minutes later. Brick. Modest. A building made for teachers and nurses and people who work real jobs for real money. Not where I expected a federal agent to live. Even a suspended one. I park across the street. Watch the entrance. I cross the street before I can reconsider. His apartment is 3B. Third floor. No elevator. I take the stairs two at a time. The hallway smells like cooking and old carpet. Someone's playing music too loud. A baby cries somewhere behind closed doors.

but I ignored him. “May I ask who reserved them?” I asked the receptionist. “I’m afraid that information is confidential.” Before I could respond, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. The receptionist picked it up quickly. “Yes?” Her expression changed as she listened, her eyes flickered toward me and then she straightened. “I understand.” She hung up slowly and faced me. “The penthouse apartment on the thirty-eighth floor has just become available.” Nathan blinked and I couldn't hide my surprised expression.

The man shrugged. "30 million!..." Idris yelled. "Are you kidding me right now?!!. 30 million for this rickety place!." Idris barked,scrubbing the back of his head from the discomfort. "Well... I just came to inform you that's all. Oh he also asked for you three to be evicted from this apartment in three days time!." Mr. Roswell muttered. "We're finished." Idris gestured. Daniel couldn't believe his ears,he punched himself this time to ascertain he wasn't dreaming. Cos if he was,this is a bad dream!.