Apartment 4b Novels & Stories

I also told her to send a message saying we’re on our way to the apartment complex and we’ll try to find Amelia. We arrived at the apartment complex and we quickly made our way up the stairs and onto the 4th floor. On the note on the assistant’s desk, it said the room number was 407 but when I think about it, if that were the case then Kael could’ve easily found Amelia but he didn’t which means it must be a trap. Aira and I were standing in the hallway of the 4th floor and I couldn’t decide on what to do.

she muttered, and she went upstairs to check out her new apartment. Her room was number 245. Ironically, it was just a four-story. It was big, with a wide glass window through which you could see the amazing night view. New York sure is beautiful at night, and thank God for the balcony. "I'm glad I didn't ask for a change."

Maya’s POV: We decided to stroll to the apartment on Madison Avenue since it wasn’t so far from Violet’s home. After 8 minutes of peaceful walking, we stopped in front of a brown building. It looked like a modernized cabin on the outside. It had three apartments - labeled A, B, and C (judging by the mailboxes in front) - and a little garage. It's not like I had vehicles to park in it. The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent.

Micah glanced back, offering me a small wave filled with warmth, before the two of them disappeared out of the restaurant. I scanned the impeccably designed interior, each detail a testament to opulence, and couldn't shake the disbelief settling in my chest. This luxury apartment, far beyond anything I had ever hoped for, was now my reality, all thanks to the address Ace had casually provided. Apartment 46 in Bullard, perfectly situated across from my college, made me wonder just how he had known where to send me. A part of me marveled at the serendipity of it all, while another part buzzed with unease—was it mere coincidence, or had he been keeping a closer eye on me than I realized?

The type of a man who had found something he hadn't been looking for and was not prepared to lose it before he'd even figured out what it was. Queens. Fourth floor walkup. The kind of building that had a buzzer system held together with tape and a stairwell that smelled like other people's dinners. I'd knocked on apartment 4B until the woman next door cracked her door and told me, with the patience of someone who had dealt with men like me before and was not impressed, that Elena hadn't been home in days. Day two I sent Marcus. He came back with worse news. Lock tampered with. Apartment turned over. Nobody home and it didn't look like anyone was coming back.

As Siena had said, every one dared to seek the truth would deserve a worthy result. “Fine, let’s go now….” ***** Alberto Apartment was located in a suburb, and the building itself was very high and luxurious. The apartment was surrounded by a large public park and facilitated with courts for various kinds of sport activities. Siena assumed that the apartment had to be more than thirty floors. Alfonso and Siena talked to a receptionist at the lobby of Alberto Apartment and asked to meet the manager. The receptionist girl looked at them with confusion. “Mister Garcia and Miss Mori?” she repeated.

“Call the agent and tell him to prepare his best housing properties. She'll pick the one she likes best.” “Yes sir.” I headed instead, searching for apartment 4B and when I finally found it, I was greeted by the sound of moans. My eyes narrowed. I glanced at the apartment number again and sure enough I wasn't in the wrong apartment. Irritation etched across my features as I listened to them rumble on. Really? Today of all days? Even my assistant shifted uncomfortably beside me. “We’re leaving.” “Sir, should I…” I caught his hand before he could touch the door, sending him a stern look. He blinked and immediately muttered an apology.

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?"