Apartment 4b Novels & Stories

"Then release it." **** Carlos's apartment was on the fourteenth floor of a building Bella had never been inside before. It was clean and minimal, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow when she arrived just after eight. The space smelled faintly of cedar and something warmer underneath, a scent that was unmistakably his. She'd barely gotten her jacket off before he was crossing the room toward her. They didn't talk much. There wasn't a lot left to say with words.

Haru slides on behind me and we ride off without looking back. It took Haru and me a week to find the apartment, only a couple of blocks from the club compound. We both had a lot of money saved from the odd jobs we used to do when we first got out of our hell, so we were able to buy the place. The apartment was nice... spacious, and in a pretty good neighborhood. The walls were pure white, with dark hardwood floors throughout. Three bedrooms with walk-in closets, two bathrooms, a big living room, and an open kitchen. We also had a balcony with a large glass sliding door. It was on the fourth floor, and thankfully, the elevator worked. There was even a swimming pool in the back and parking un

It sounds right somehow. “This unit just became available yesterday,” Patricia says as she unlocks the door to apartment 4C. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, updated kitchen. It’s in a very safe neighborhood.” We step inside and I immediately like it better than the previous two. The living room is small but gets good light from the windows. The kitchen is dated but functional. There’s a narrow hallway leading to two bedrooms. Seraphina walks through slowly and touches the walls like she’s testing if this place is real. She opens the door to the smaller bedroom and stands there looking at the empty space.

"We just want to make sure the right people get caught in the fire." The drive continued in a tense, watchful silence. We wove through the city until we reached a nondescript apartment complex on the edge of the industrial sector. It was the kind of place people went to be forgotten, peeling paint, dim hallways, and the constant hum of a nearby highway. Reyes led the way up three flights of stairs, his hand never straying far from his holstered weapon. Cassidy and Sage followed behind us, their eyes scanning every doorway. "Stay behind me," Reyes whispered as we reached Apartment 4B.

Like something clicking gently into place. They both laughed, a little breathless, as if they’d just stepped out of different stories and into the same frame. “What are you doing here?” she asked, more curious than confused. Bryer lifted the bags as if to explain everything. “Uh… a good book and laundry." He smiled, a small little grin she couldn't help but notice. "I live here. Apartment 3B.” He glanced at her, eyebrows lifting. “You?” She shifted her grocery bag higher on her arm. “3A. Temporarily. I’m staying with Marley.”

The small apartment felt unusually quiet when Gian unlocked the door. It was on the seventh floor, with a balcony overlooking the city park. Not very big, but comfortable enough for two people. The living room and kitchen shared an open layout, furnished with modern minimalist pieces. Shades of gray and cream dominated the space, giving it a calm yet slightly cold atmosphere.

It reminds me of when we were kids, before everything got complicated. "Come on," she says. "One more viewing. The listing said there's a dishwasher." "All the dishwashers in this neighborhood are named Miguel." "Shut up." I follow her out of the apartment. Jax The fourth apartment is worse. It's in a building that smells like cabbage and despair. The elevator is broken. The walls are thin enough that I can hear someone arguing in the next unit. And the bedroom is barely big enough for a twin bed. Jess loves it.

High enough to see the city lights. The key was waiting at the security desk. She rode the elevator up. The hallway was quiet a potted plant outside someone's door, a welcome mat reading G'day in cheerful yellow letters. Apartment 7B. She unlocked the door. The apartment was small but bright. Floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. A compact kitchen with white cabinets. One bedroom. One bathroom. It smelled faintly of dust, and the previous tenant had left scuff marks on the walls. Clara didn't care. It was hers. Hers alone. No cold husband. No cruel first love. No maids who looked through her like she was already a ghost.

Adrian's apartment? *****

Sarah said to Lucy with clenched teeth and then nervously giggled, looking at Mr Lockwood. “No, actually I'm quite interested, I always like knowing what my fans are up to. So, where do you guys live? At the hostel?” Brian asked again politely. More than polite, he was being inquisitive. I had caught on to it, but decided to stay quiet. “No, we rented an apartment at the Falcon Complex right next to our university. Our apartment number is 4G, which we always thought was so funny cause we're four girls living there. Four girls, 4G get it?” Lucy explained laughing hysterically, making me smile too.