Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

He placed the overnight bag in the limousine and held the backdoor until I climbed inside. “I’m sorry to see you go, Miss,” he said before closing the door. I settled into the seat and was surprised to see Benson sitting in the front passenger seat. “I want to make sure everything is perfect in your apartment,” he said. “And I want to help you get settled in.” Relief flooded me. “I’m glad you're going with me to the apartment, Benson. It makes it much easier. I’m not even sure where it is.” “Alex has given you a unit in his new luxury apartment building on Third Avenue. It’s in the best part of downtown Denhurst,” Benson explained. “Your apartment is on the seventy-second floor.”

She squeezes my hand gently and I squeeze hers back trying to convey in that mere touch how grateful I am to her for everything she has done for me. I stand at the new front door, hesitating for a moment as I steel myself. A small nudge and smile from Taylor gives me the courage I need and then I step into the remarkably spacious entrance hall. I glance up the stairway but cannot see anything else yet so instead I take in the light grey walls, the white-painted woodwork and the huge picture that hangs on one wall; an Andy Warhol-style picture of cupcakes in bright colours that makes me giggle. Taylor shows me that what I thought was a solid wall is actually a cupboard with sliding doors that

I spent only $100,000 to acquire this nearly 2,000-square-foot apartment! I refused to wait for death with them in the frozen apocalypse, much less let them kill me again. I had already died once. The fact that someone had died here did not frighten me at all. After all, the living could be far more terrifying than the dead. The penthouse was on the eighth floor. The location was ideal. It would not be submerged by the snowdrifts from the endless winter storms, and it offered easier access for foraging during utility blackouts.

“You sure you want to play nice, Anna? He may lie.” “I would rather make him live with a choice than a grave,” I said. “I want him to feed truth, not fear.” He tapped his fingers. “Okay. We move in ten.” We walked into the hotel like normal people. The lobby smelled of old cigarettes and hotel soap. I kept my voice low the whole time. “Room 308?” I asked the clerk. He pointed up the creaky stairs. “Third floor.” We walked up slow. My heart thumped hard. The hallway lights were dull. Door 308 looked cheap. A man in a suit opened the door when we knocked.

“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.

Lilian The thirtieth floor belong to Mr Karl . He bought the whole apartment in the floor thirty . He bought four doors modified to one . It had eight bedrooms all with the bathroom . The main room had different bed room and another room for toilet . I know because Miss Lily showed me the apartment's pictures . My boyfriend bought at the fiftieth floor . Ben leader the whole apartments in floor fifteen ? Lilian 🤭🤭✅✅✅✅ Ben

I whined and fell back on the bed. "Look, I found something. Room available for rent. No preference. Pets allowed. Advance payment is not required. Rent $500 dollars." She started to read the advertisement and I sat up straight on the bed to look at the laptop screen. "It's very close to your uni and look at the pictures, babe. It's a 2BHK apartment and it's so spacious." We began to slide the images and I had to agree with her. It was super cool and so much better than living in a dorm room but the rent was $500 dollars.

I grabbed my phone and called the property manager for a luxury apartment at once. Samuel tried to snatch my phone away from me. I swerved and turned my back to him, quickly speaking into the phone. The manager then exclaimed and said, "Ms. Caroline Whitaker, the unit you're referring to isn't housing just a lady and her two children, miss. A family of six is living there." At once, I recalled having briefly met Samson's in-laws back when he was still alive, and I felt goosebumps spreading all over my body.

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!.

The apartment was move-in ready. Jenny pointed toward the building next door and said, “We’re on the 23rd floor, apartment 2303. If you need anything, just call me.” She paused for a moment and added, “You don’t look so great. With your stomach condition, please speak up if you’re not feeling well. I showed you the hospital earlier. It’s nearby.” Madison gave her a small, tired smile. “Jenny, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself.”