Apartment 4b Novels & Stories

He was dressed in black like all the rest of us. "You're late," he informed us, without looking. "You're early," Adrian shot back. "Same thing." Daniel rolled his eyes. "The building security code is 4592. The lift requires a key card, however, the stairs do not. We are using the stairs." "The fourth floor?" I queried. "The third, actually. The apartment is 3B." We walked into the building as though we were residents. No one questioned us or even looked our way. The stairs were dark and smelled cleaner than they did in the warehouse. My legs ached by the time we arrived at the third floor but I didn't complain.

Bahnhofstrasse 42. Luxury apartment building. Old. Historic. Expensive. "Your father owned an apartment here?" Sienna asked. Staring up at the building. "Apparently. One more secret. One more thing he never mentioned." They entered. Modern lobby. Doorman who verified their identification. Key. Documentation proving Dante was Alessandro's heir. "Apartment 7B. Seventh floor. Elevator is to your right." The apartment was immaculate. Professionally maintained. Clearly used but preserved. Like a museum of Alessandro's life.

*Apartment 4B. I took the stairs, my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to crack my ribs. What was I going to say to him? *Jake, please, I’m your girlfriend. Give me a break.* The thought almost made me laugh out loud. My boyfriend. The same boyfriend who had been sleeping with my twin sister for years. I reached the fourth floor. 4B. I stopped dead in my tracks. The door to 4B was wide open. Thick strips of bright yellow police tape were crisscrossed over the entrance.

"You can't drive." She thought he was going to drive himself home after dropping her off. "I know. My apartment there has just finished renovation. I'm going to stay there overnight." Gabriella paused to think. Henry seemed to have mentioned that he had bought an apartment there. "Which one?" "Unit 4 of the second building. Floor 29." Wait. It was the apartment above Gabriella's. She laughed. "You really know how to pick a good location." "Thanks for the compliment." Henry smiled.

They're both the best. Dad pulls the car up outside the apartments where Zoe and I live. It's not a high rise, we both wanted something that was more cute and cosy looking and found this area. The block is only four flights high with just twenty individual apartments in it. The building is made of brick and glass and each apartment has its own separate balcony, we all have trellis dividers and on ours we have an array of plants climbing up it with some small planters hanging off. I've adorned ours with fairy lights, a lot of fairy lights. And the thought of sitting on it with a glass of wine before crashing out early is appealing. Zoe no doubt will fire a million questions at me and wonder w

ELENA's POV As I exit the elevator, I unlock the door of apartment four-twelve, which is characterized by its floral wallpaper and old lady furniture. The apartment is also characterized by doilies that are hung over the backs of each chair, and it exudes the aroma of potpourri, which is a mixture of items that have been forgotten over time. Immediately after I have secured the deadbolt, I place my purse on the floral sofa and proceed to the toilet in order to consume a half gallon of water in a single sitting.

"Right this way." He led me down the hallway to Aurora's apartment, stopping in front of the door and gesturing towards it with a flourish. I blinked at the easy way I got here. "Here it is," he said, his voice tinged with a note of pride. "Apartment 3B. She's a lovely tenant, always pays her rent on time."

I had no idea what was in store for me, and I dreaded what this mysterious Vic would show us. The building had several apartments above the Chinese restaurant, and I assumed they were probably similar to my bachelor pad—one room and a bathroom. They couldn’t be much bigger since the building was small. We walked down a dimly lit hallway until we stopped before a door marked 5B. I hesitated for a moment before knocking. Someone from within yelled to come in, so I opened the door.

If she had paid much attention to his profile she would have noticed that gender as he/him and not a her/she. "I am not like those girls and this doesn't change anything. I can't share my apartment with you." she said firmly rising to her feet. "You'll have to look for some place else, sorry for wasting your time and that's final." she walked out of the cafe with her bag slung over her shoulder. She opened the app as she walked on the street, tapping on the for rent button. She heaved out a sigh, turning her head backwards to glance at the sky, the clouds were getting darker and heavier. Great it was going to rain and she was without a roommate.

Trees on the street. Stopped at a building. Four floors. Brick. Looked decent. "Third floor," Marcus said. "3B. Got everything in there. Food. TV. Internet. All covered." "Dad this is too much," Dominic said. "No it's not," Marcus said. "Should've done it two years back. Before things went bad. Making up for it now." Went inside. Up stairs. Dominic kept looking around. Like he couldn't process being outside. Free. Apartment 3B. Marcus gave him the key. Dominic opened the door.