Apartment Novels & Stories

My Abbi was the best! The compound has three apartments in it, and before Addah Tanaya left, we occupied the one with three bedrooms, a large living room, a kitchen, and a beautiful porch overlooking the yard. After Tanaya got married, Ammi claimed the apartment was too big for her all alone, since I planned to move to the other apartment with two bedrooms. I needed the space and the privacy. And so, we left the old apartment and moved into the other two in the compound.

“And most importantly, this complex is along the route for Evercrest Academy’s school buses. If your children attend that school, transportation will never be a problem.” “Okay, but what about the apartments available?” I asked. He nodded. “Right. I have a two bedroom, three bathroom unit available.” He pulled out a keycard and tapped it against a panel beside a large door. It beeped, and the door clicked open. We stepped inside. The apartment was empty, the faint smell of fresh paint still hanging in the air. There was a small open kitchen connected to the living room, but the space felt a little tight. I looked around for a mo

The city slid by in muted streaks of gray. Home. Sort of. They pulled up outside Lukas’s apartment building a short while later. Aiden glanced up at the sleek, modern facade and gave a soft nod. “Nice place.” “Bought it at the right time,” Lukas muttered as he led the way in. The apartment was a little messy. Hoodies draped over the back of the couch, empty water glasses on the counter, but clean. Open floor plan, big windows letting in the gray light, hardwood floors, a massive sectional facing a wall-mounted TV, and a kitchen that looked barely touched except for the coffee maker.

She had to leave. And so, she did. Largely in part to Olivia. She had scoured all of her connections to find her a quick and affordable apartment. She never thought moving could happen so fast, but one minute she was giving Josh the keys to give back to Randy, then next, she was moving boxes in her new solitary apartment. It had a nice little porch, a modest living room and a pretty small kitchen... but she'd make it work. In fact, she was almost... excited.

"What about the future?" "I want you to move in with me." The words hung in the air. Imogen stared at him. "What?" "My apartment is bigger than yours. It has three bedrooms. One for us, one for a home office, one for whenever Colt wants to stay over. The building has a doorman and a gym and a rooftop pool. And it's only ten minutes from the library." "Alexander—"

What the hell did he do wrong? "You're probably not open to friendships but I do want us to give it a try" Roman continued. "I'm in your house now, so we can at least get along." Ivy scoffed before going into the kitchen. This apartment was under one of the witch's name and it was quite big for a single person. It was a spacious two bedroom located in an apartment building on the seventh floor. There were no pictures on the walls or any sort of decoration on the shelves. Even though there wasn't much inside, the entire place was tidy and expensively furnished.

Cade released a soft sigh on this realization, gently smoothing his hand down his submissive's back before giving a nod to the apartment owner. "Your least expensive please. One bedroom, one bathroom should suffice, right Victor?" He looked to his submissive who quickly nodded his head in response. "Of course. Our least expensive apartment runs at nine hundred. It is a one bedroom, one bathroom. We have two of them available if you would like to look at both. It comes with a kitchen and a living area as well as a balcony view. This price includes all utilities such as water, electricity, and garbage.

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.

“Short-term. Cheap. Available today.” She gave us a once-over, grabbed a key without much interest. “Got a little one close to campus. Check it. If it’s not trash come back.” Jace took the key. “Appreciate it.” Apartment was basically a box. Bedroom barely fit a mattress, living room/kitchen combo you could span in three strides. Kitchen screamed 1995. But it was clean. No bloodstains, no mold. Good enough. “Fine by me,” Jace said.

I contacted her, and she agreed to meet up. We met at her place, a cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. The apartment was fully furnished with a comfortable couch, a large TV, and a spacious room with a bed, a window with a nice view, and a closet. The bathroom had a big bathtub, and the kitchen was amazing too. I was impressed by the apartment's amenities and the low rent.