Bela Rosa Apartments Novels & Stories

They were so caught up in the heat of the moment that they didn't bother closing the door, completely immersed in the heightening passion. Meanwhile, Bella had quickly finished her work and arrived at the prearranged location as Lisa had messaged earlier. Bella had no doubts, as Lisa was renowned, and her designs were popular. Thus, Bella trusted her and accepted the exclusive modeling offer for three years. Bella thought that becoming Lisa's exclusive model might enhance her own reputation. However, things weren't as simple as Bella had imagined when she arrived at the meeting point, a high-end apartment in area A. "Lisa... I have arrived." Bella stood in front of the apartment door, but in

one of them said firmly. Her eyes blazed. “Out of my way. Now.” The guard hesitated, clearly torn. “Mr. Donovan will—” “Will what?” Rosella snapped. “Fire you? Kill you? Trust me, if you don’t let me out, I’ll make sure it’s worse.” The guards exchanged nervous glances but eventually relented. They had no choice but to follow her as she sped toward the address Mirable had once mentioned in passing. When Rosella arrived, the sight before her took her breath away. The apartment was a wreck. The door hung off its hinges, the living room was in shambles, and the floor was littered with broken furniture and shards of glass.

"But I'm looking for something... within a budget." "Well," Brenda replied, her tone clipped, "we do have a lovely unit in a newly renovated building. It's a bit smaller than a penthouse, but still quite spacious. The location is excellent, very central." "Okay, and the deposit?" I asked, my stomach churning. "Seventy thousand dollars," Brenda said, her voice stern. "Seventy thousand?" I exclaimed. "For a deposit?" "Yes, Ms. Gonzales. It's a very desirable location. The building has a gym, a pool, and a concierge service. It's all about the amenities."

“Art school trained me well. Spatial awareness, perspective, lighting—who knew my useless degree could be so useful?” I couldn’t help but smile, briefly amazed by her quick thinking and sharp eyes. “Come on, detective,” she said, standing up swiftly. “Let’s go retrieve your stolen face.” *** A short, tense cab ride later, we stepped onto the polished marble floors of Grande Millennium Tower’s seventh floor. My stomach knotted even tighter as we looked around, taking in the hushed quiet of the luxurious building. Rosa glanced around thoughtfully, turning to the right. “Should be any of these apartments on the right-hand side,” she murmured. “Think we should just start knocking on doors?”

Suddenly a voice growled: "Are you planning to move out of here?" Bella Risa looked at the man with an aura like a god, which appeared in front of her. Bella Risa was sitting on the flower bed, she immediately stood up: "Oh, it's not! I'd love to work here too, but you think I'm a young girl after all. I can't be a servant all my life." Raph Conrad sarcastically: "With your fighting prowess zero, what do you think you can do." Bella Risa did not pay attention to what he said, but sat down in the flowerbed, her hands gently plucking a blue flower and bringing it to her nose to smell.

The taxi stopped at the park in a small, underdeveloped community in Ashwood called Victoria City. Cars could only go as far as the park; the roads beyond were too rough for vehicles. Bella Claire got out, paid the fare, and started down the noisy streets toward home. She arrived at the three-story building at the center of the community. Their apartment was on the second floor, sandwiched between neighbors who were always arguing. “Hey, Bella! Why are you back late? Your sister came back from school and kept crying at the door,” yelled a neighbor from the top floor balcony.

Barcelona in September is still itself. She has been away for two years — Madrid, the commission, the coordinator role, the contractor extension that starts in October — and the city receives her with the particular indifference of a place that has never needed its residents to come back to remain exactly what it is. The Gràcia backstreet smells of jasmine and someone's coffee, and the October-adjacent quality of a September that knows summer is finishing. The apartment is aired out — Rosa has a key and uses it for this, quietly, without being asked, because Rosa Serra has always expressed love through practical acts performed without announcement.

She never knew the branded whiskey and champagne gives more hangover than the ordinary ones. And right now her head was pounding like a drum. Bessie walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of hot coffee. The door on the knock made her startled. "Good morning, Ms Eastwood. We are here to take you to your new apartment." the fat bodyguard informed. "Oh... oh.... really? Okay.." at first she was astonished, she continued. "Okay. Just a minute." she ran in, changed her clothes and came back happily. When the car reached in front of a big, elegant building, Besora was overwhelmed. On the 20th floor was her apartment and as soon as she stepped in the house... it was a heaven for her.

With a final nod and a polite thank you, Bella and her family were shown to their accommodation. Bella was led to a stunning room in Reid Carter's villa, and the moment she stepped inside, she couldn't help but be awed by its elegance and charm. The room was adorned with tasteful decorations, boasting a breathtaking view of the azure sea just beyond the windows. The warm Mediterranean breeze wafted through, carrying with it the scent of the sea, creating a tranquil ambiance that was nothing short of idyllic.

“André, this place looks like a business park than an apartment” “Ha, you’re funny Etienne, you think this is grand, there are far more amazing places and apartments. La Casa de Rivonia is a 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom apartment, with 93m2 double garages with a beautiful view from the balcony. It has a fully equipped gym, big pool, underground parking areas, meeting rooms, and my personal favorite biometric access control to the facility. I really like the area and house, though it is a bit far from work, I manage.”