Bela Rosa Apartments Novels & Stories

She smoothed down her skirt and took a seat to Martinez's right, completely unbothered. As the maids poured the coffee, Seraphina leaned back, her eyes locked onto Martinez’s face. "You know, seeing this dining room reminds me of that breathtaking villa we rented in Capri last summer, Martinez. Remember how we used to skip breakfast entirely because you couldn't keep your hands off my body?" "Shut your mouth, Seraphina," Martinez barked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he cut his steak.

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

She lied a little and functioned anyway. The rain started while Rafe drove her back. Slow first. Then thick. The city blurred. The mansion rose out of the wet like stone learning to breathe. Rosa met her at the door with a towel. “Dry,” she said. “Then soup. Then him.” “Rosa,” Selena said, toweling her hair. “Did you always work in houses like this?” “I worked in houses where men pretended they did not need help,” Rosa said. “This one is honest about it.”

To be honest, Rosa, who was very curious about her son's best friend, if that man was as rich as her daughter told him to be, wouldn't she be able to take advantage of the young man? "But, Ma'am. I don't mind if I have to go home now. After all, my house is not inhabited if I don't go home," said Valentino. "Oh so you live alone?" asked Rosa. "Right," replied Valentino. "Where do you live?" asked Rosa who Valentino thought was like she was investigating him. "Gardenia Hills apartment," Valentino replied calmly. Rosa immediately glared at him in surprise even changed to be more friendly to Valentino.

But in this place, I don't think I'll make it. - See the apartment first. After, we'll talk about numbers. You may be surprised. Saphira was doubtful but followed Sousa to the elevator. When he opens the apartment door, Saphira is delighted. This was more than she could dream of. Her old Texas apartment, which she had rented after having to sell her parents' house, could fit in there twice. - This is the room. Unfortunately, it does not have an entrance hall, but the view from the balcony compensates for this absence. The porch is…

Star “Can I return the dress to you now, Rosa?” I ask as soon as Rosa answers her phone. For a couple of seconds Rosa is too surprised to answer. “As in right now?” I sniff. “Yes.” Her response is immediate. “Of course. Fortunately for you I’m just vegetating in front of the TV with a tub of ice cream and a whole box of tissues.” “Thank you,” I say and hang up. When we get to Rosa’s apartment building I thank Andrei and tell him I won’t need him again. He is a true gentleman and waits until I enter the building before he gets back into the car.

Bella posted on her Instagram about building a snowman with her boyfriend; Adriana didn't go to interrupt. Turning the steering wheel, she arrived at a high-end residential complex in the city center. Chris had gifted her a spacious apartment here—the floor was just right, and through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, the snow-dusted cypress trees gleamed white. Soon, Oliver arrived, shoulders dusted with cold. "Oliver, hope I'm not interrupting your experiments?" Adriana greeted.

Olivia asked herself. “No, I don't think this is his private apartment, I think this is a gift from my husband. Damn it, he's so stupid to give this apartment to that woman,” Bella grumbled while clenching her fists because she was really angry and annoyed if her guess was true. But she hopes that even if it is true, the owner of this apartment is still on behalf of her husband. "Why can Mommy think like that?" she asked. "Because I am no stranger to this apartment, and a few months ago I received a chat from a notary discussing this apartment, but at that time he reasoned that it was another side business," explained Bella.

ROSALINA'S POV The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city skyline. I stood in front of the Stellar Heights Apartments, the exterior adorned with a modern aesthetic that exuded a sense of comfort and elegance. A chill danced through the air, hinting at the impending arrival of autumn. According to Chloe's description, the community lounge was on the top floor, just across from the gym. As I entered the building, I pressed the button for the elevator, hoping it would be quicker than my previous encounter.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to thank me. And don’t call yourself that. I love taking care of my best friend. You just rest. Enjoy. The rest is on me. Because you.. you’d do the same if I were in danger. I know you.” Rosa’s gaze drifted around the room before settling back on her. “I’m... looking for a place to live.” Aria’s brows knitted together and she turned “What–why?” Rosa nervously twisted her fingers. “I can’t just stay here forever, right? I talked to an apartment manager. The rent is affordable. It has a room, a living area, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Isn’t that.. perfect for me?” “Rosa.. you don’t have to rush. I told you, don’t feel pressured. I’m totally fine with y