Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

Johanna's heart seemed to be touched by something, and her nose even felt a little sour. "That's settled then." Abigail got up and went out. After getting on the car, she opened her phone and found a house from her collection of assets that was the smallest in size and located in the city center. This is a small apartment located on the Sunshine Coast, fully furnished, with an area of 90 square meters. The entrance password should be 101010. Several grandfathers often give her houses, and for her convenience to remember, the passwords are all set to this.

The 38th floor was where Gabriel’s apartment was located. So, she was living with Gabriel.

Murphy Lynch is a professional hacker and I want to believe he definitely makes a lot of money, so why the hell is he staying in a shitty place like this? Anyway, we continue climbing the stairs to the third floor. The Royal Guards are already positioned outside, two guards at each exit and they are all ready to catch Murphy if the fucker ever thinks about running. If he is smart, he is going to stay put and surrender because we are going to make sure he doesn’t slip through our fingers. His apartment, Apartment 3B, is at the end of a hallway that is too narrow with stuffy air. The fluorescent lights are dim and buzzing like they are about to die any time soon. Even the damned carpet is stai

Caroline called her mom, asking if her mom had come home and cleaned up the mess. "I haven't had a chance to come home yet because your papa hasn't woken up until now." Bonnie replied in confusion. "Am I really at fault for the apartment being unwell?" Caroline wondered to herself. She stepped outside, checking the number of the apartment she was staying in. Still, she found that she was in the right apartment. The number 306 was written there. "This is weird." Caroline was getting confused. "You're not working today?" Bonnie asked for confirmation, as Caroline had to leave for work.

She whipped her head up, and stepped out of the elevator, saying an amen to seal up her prayers. They stopped at a black door with the paint peeling off at the edges. ROOM 008, printed boldly on a copper plate, hung loosely from its place. Caroline snorted and rolled her eyes. They couldn't fixed the paint and the plate numbers, but they had all the time in the world to eye her man. Bitches.

Layla took a steady breath. “I just spoke with the old lady downstairs. She said the family across from her in Unit 802 hasn’t been around for over two weeks. “Before I came, I also talked to the landlord. He said the apartment was rented by a family of three. The husband worked as a security guard for one of the Lucas Corporation’s subsidiaries, the wife stayed home full-time to care for their child, and the kid apparently has some health issues and goes to the hospital frequently.”

she said, as if to leave. But just as she reached the door, Daniel called her back. "Maisie, I have an empty apartment." She was momentarily stunned. He offered her a warm smile. "You could move in. I... I can cut you a deal on the rent. What do you think?" - The apartment was situated in the city center within a top-tier luxury complex. It was a spacious 200-square-meter flat with a south-facing orientation and ample natural light streaming in through full-length windows. It offered a panoramic view of the bustling neighborhood below, especially enchanting in the evenings.

Climbed the stairs to the third floor. Her apartment door was exactly as she’d described. Third door on the left. Number 3B. He unlocked it and stepped inside. The apartment was small. One bedroom. Tiny kitchen. Living room that doubled as someone’s sleeping space. Probably Kevin’s before he got sick. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. Nobody had been here in months. Jake moved quickly. He didn’t know how much time he had before someone noticed him. The bathroom was at the end of the short hallway. Jake opened the cabinet under the sink.

I asked Melissa after making the full payment. “You can move in tonight if you want,” she replied. “I’m sure you’re going to enjoy it here. Your neighbors are sweet. There’s Fred in 304. He keeps to himself most of the time, but he’s a chef. He’s nice. Maria in 301 is… I can’t lie, she can be crazy sometimes.” I nodded in understanding, taking note of the apartment numbers and the people who were there as she explained my neighbors to me and how well they related with one another.

Then the boys found our other apartment in the same building. It isn’t until apartment 3 that I fall in love. It’s perfect. Open windows. Similar to ours back in Boston. And what’s even better there are two across the hall from each other. In our price range? check. Open windows? check. Double sink? check. Big kitchen? check with lots of bench space for baking. “It even has space for a living room slash office.” Kingston says as we finish our final inspection before making an offer. The anxiety in my chest eases when we sign our names. Committing for a year beginning August. As Josie and Austen sign as well. It’s offical we will be neighbours in New York.