Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

“I booked the three-bedroom apartment for a month.” She nodded. “Yep, you’re all set.” She handed me the keys and pointed down the corridor. “It’s the floor unit. Fresh renovations, great view. You’ll love it.” Just then, Natasha walked over, balancing a couple of bags and holding Henry’s tiny hand. Isha smiled warmly. “Well, you all enjoyed your stay. And welcome to Pittstown.” She climbed into a small Subaru and drove away, leaving us standing in front of the apartment. Natasha exhaled. “No turning back now.” I nodded, swallowing down the lump rising in my throat. “Guess not.”

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.

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.

Reluctantly, I sent her a message. That night my face was full of smiles. It didn’t take long for me to receive a message back from Piper. Unit 707. After the elevator doors opened, I walked straight to the hallway on the right. According to the sign, unit 707 was on the right side of the building. If I notice, this apartment is quite luxurious with a pretty excellent security system. This apartment has a garden in the center of the building and they equipped the garden with a fishpond, so the air around here feels cool.

There were fresh flowers on a couple of tables making the otherwise crisp room look a little friendly. My apartment was on the 10th floor. Stepping out of the elevator I walked around the corner looking for the apartment number he had given me. The door was cracked open so I slipped in walking up on Seth and Devon. The entryway opened up to a big bright living room. The rooms' walls had huge windows that ran from floor to ceiling. Seth walked up behind me pulling me up against him as Devon started talking, "This apartment is located only a couple of blocks away from your office if you ever need to go there it will only take minutes. The apartment is on a month to month basis, so you don't h

"Friday, Miss Chen. Don't make me call the police." He lumbered past me toward the elevator. Mrs. Peterson followed, throwing me a look that was half pity, half satisfaction. The Martinez family quickly shut their door. I stood alone in the lobby, holding the eviction notice with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. The stairs to the third floor felt like climbing a mountain. Each step was an effort. By the time I reached apartment 3C, my legs were trembling. Inside, our one-bedroom apartment looked even smaller than usual. The secondhand couch I'd found on the curb three years ago sagged in the middle. Lila's textbooks were still scattered on the coffee table from before she got sick. The kitc