Apartment Novels & Stories

Axel explains. "What's an apartment?" "An apartment is a place or residence in a tall building like you saw earlier... It's like a house but close to other houses yet also quite comfortable and privacy is truly maintained," Axel explains as he leads Gwyneth to the front door and is immediately greeted by a maid. "Jane, please take two suitcases from my car and bring them to Gwyneth's room," he says. "Yes, Sir." Jane nods. Gwyneth turns and sees Jane opening the car trunk.

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.

There were only four units per floor, it showed how large each unit was. "This was my apartment, where we will live together," said Skandar after inviting Charisa to enter. Charisa, she stood in the middle of the apartment’s living room. The girl's round eyes surveyed a room that looked twice as large as her former house’s living room. Was this really called apartment? Was the apartment located in the tall building? Charisa asked herself. "You have had wonder-stricken enough, you should take a bath and change your dress. I'll be waiting for you here." Skandar immedi

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

I am still worried about my mother, but I know they wouldn't do anything to her as long as they can use me. Using the phone Norman gave me, I searched for the nearest and cheapest apartment, and found it just a few blocks away from the police station. When I got there, I was guided to a hundred-worth apartment that is the size of a capsule. It has a single bed, small table, small kitchen area and a common restroom for the tentlants to use. It was so narrow that you could reach the kitchen when you stood up from the bed. "Well? Are you going to take it?" The middle-aged woman chewing a gum, impatiently asked me.

Immediatly after the man whom I was guessing was either her body guard, or security, left the living room, the door was closed behind him by my step father. So much for trying to find out what was going on. There was no use standing at the head of the staircase, and trying to listen if I'll hear what they said in the living room; it was soundproof. This meant that whatever they were talking about, would only remain between the both of them, and the four walls that made up the living room.

"That one is an apartment—four rooms, including a bathroom, toilet, and sitting room. Fully furnished, beautifully decorated both inside and out. It includes—" "Where is it located?" I cut in, not interested in the unnecessary details. "Canada." I barely glanced at it before putting it aside. "Nah. Too small and too far." I reached for the next option. "Ah, yes… That’s a one-man apartment." Not what I needed. "What about this one?" I asked, pointing to another image. "Oh, that’s a family home," he explained, adjusting his suit. "Five rooms, excluding the sitting room, toilets, and bathrooms. It has a balcony and a master bedroom

It is said that 80% of houses in the city belonged to the conglomerate and they also owned a lot of apartments in other cities. Standing outside the company building, Adam went through his entire plan to complete the mission in his head while watching multiple people go in and out of the building. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the spacious lobby room populated with a bunch of people. "Good afternoon sir, would you like to check the available apartments?" Suddenly appearing before Adam was a brown haired girl roughly the same age with him dressed in a blue shirt and black skirt that highlighted her shape. Looking around, h

Owen's building appears thirty minutes later. Brick. Modest. A building made for teachers and nurses and people who work real jobs for real money. Not where I expected a federal agent to live. Even a suspended one. I park across the street. Watch the entrance. I cross the street before I can reconsider. His apartment is 3B. Third floor. No elevator. I take the stairs two at a time. The hallway smells like cooking and old carpet. Someone's playing music too loud. A baby cries somewhere behind closed doors.

I scrolled further. Found one on the fourth page. Third floor. One bedroom. A small kitchen that had a window above the sink. Good light from the photographs. The kind of apartment that did not announce itself but had something in it. Something that looked like a place where a person could actually live rather than perform living. I stared at it for a long time. My thumb hovered over the contact button. I did not press it. I closed the app. Then I opened it again and looked at the listing one more time and this time I pressed print and the small printer on the desk in the corner of the room hummed to life and produced a single page.