Apartment 308 Novels & Stories

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

"But I'm more than that now. I'm more than the worst thing I've ever done." My throat tightens. "I know," I manage. "Then trust me. Trust that I can do this." "I trust you." "Do you?" "Yes." The word comes out rough. "I trust you." She smiles. "Then help me find an apartment. A real one. With a dishwasher and a door that locks." I laugh. A real laugh. "Deal." JAX POV Two hours later, we find it. It's on the third floor of a brownstone in a quiet neighborhood. The kitchen is small but clean. The living room has original hardwood floors. The bedroom fits a bed and a dresser with room to spare.

Lily whispered, “I hate mysterious old men.” The receptionist smiled awkwardly. “The third floor.” ⸻ The elevator ride felt unusually long. No one spoke. Elaine could hear her own heartbeat. Room 307. The numbers somehow felt familiar. She couldn’t explain why. The elevator doors opened. The hallway was quiet. Only the soft beeping of medical equipment echoed through the corridor. Room 301. Then— The door stood slightly open. Elaine looked toward Adrian. He nodded once.

At least she's glad that they were on the same side and most of all, he's a friend, an annoying one. Zea immediately left the hotel and went straight to a nearby village close to their campus. "Apartment 803." She smiled as she stared at the two-story apartment where she is about to stay. She keyed in the passcode and the door automatically opened. A simple yet spacious house welcomed her. This will be her home, Astrid's home. She glanced around the place and noticed a few CCTV cameras. She headed towards the living room but her attention quickly shifted to the large family photo hanging on the wall.

Which is good. “Deacon will port your luggage over soon, so make sure you answer the door when he knocks. Intake day is always busy, but this is a crazy one, so be ready to answer when he comes,” Theo says as we climb the grand staircase. “Okay,” I nod. “Here we are, apartment three.” Theo hands me the key and I unlock the door, excited to see my new home. I push open the door and I’m surprised to see how spacious the apartment is. From the doorway, I can see an open-plan kitchen area with a table big enough to seat six. Behind the counter is a lounge area with a large L shaped couch and a TV on the wall.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the smell of stale air and cleaning products hit him. “Third floor, apartment 305,” Mirabel had said. David found the stairs and took them two at a time, his footsteps echoing through the quiet building. He reached the third floor, turned down the narrow hallway, and found the door. Apartment 305.

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

She had mentioned Apartment 38 earlier, and I got to the second floor, searching for it. Finally, I stopped in front of Apartment 38, knocking on the door softly, and within seconds, it flung open. Chloe popped her head out, beaming, “Welcome to my humble abode,” She said, pulling the door open further to let me in. I nodded, stepping in. The whole apartment was currently in a clutter, but it was more spacious, with a nice skyline view from the window. “Sorry,” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “Don’t mind the mess.”