Bela Rosa Apartments Novels & Stories

The doors of Casa Bella open to our new roommate. The Casa Bella is 245 square meters of beauty in the heart of Vincennes, a large veranda opening onto a garden with a cabin, a friendly postman who forgets to deliver your bills, four friends who, dissatisfied with their lives, try to create themselves a new one. Are you under 30? Are you positive and know how to keep a house clean? We would be delighted to meet you and give you the keys to our haven of peace. Do you want to be our roommate? Have you always dreamed of it? So have we!

The girl laughed heartily. After leaving her bike at the shop where Darrell worked, Bella walked home to her apartment. It was a three-story building that looked worn out and slightly neglected. It was located in a poor area of Brooklyn. This was the only apartment Bella could afford. Sometimes, she would be late in paying rent because her salary was barely enough. She had to work extra to pay for the apartment. Her landlady was an overweight middle-aged woman who was extremely talkative. Bella would often receive hurtful remarks whenever she was late in paying the rent. But this time, Bella happily met her and gave her the rent money for this month, even though it wasn't due yet.

"The account is in New York. Active. Last deposit was six weeks ago." Elena looked at Rosa. Rosa had gone very still. "Who is the account registered to?" Elena said. The silence on Chen's line lasted three seconds. "Rosa M. Ashford," he said. The apartment was completely quiet. Elena looked at her mother. Rosa looked back at her. And in the expression on Rosa's face—in the specific quality of the stillness, in the way her eyes moved almost imperceptibly to the left and then back, in the fault line that had appeared in her composure earlier and was now significantly wider—

‘’You are stunning, Octavia,’’ he said, walking in. I chuckled. ‘’Join me.’’ His shorts were out in seconds and he joined me in the cubicle as warm water lubricated the collision of our bodies, and the sound of the showers drowned our moans. — Rose’s apartment was a single room rental on Alabama Street. The complex was just a few minutes away from the airport and it was an option for guests who could not afford the five star hotels. Zion rang the doorbell and we waited for the response. Someone peeped through the peephole and then we heard clicking sounds of the lock and the door opened. Rose stood in front of us, like a ghost from the past.

Ambrose tried to explain, "This apartment was developed by one of my partners from the mall I own. The woman just now was my partner's wife. I didn't think she would say something like that. Just ignore her from now on." Larissa said furiously, "Do I really look underage?" "Isn't it good that she's calling you young?" When she thought about it this way, she instantly calmed down. Ambrose found it rather funny. Larissa clearly had a childish temper. As they stepped into the apartment, Larissa was delighted. The interior and furniture were all brand new. It was obvious that a lot of effort had been invested in decorating the place. "Why is there only one bedroom?" Larissa looked around but onl

(Rodriguez corp - Alexander Martinez refers to the 'Rodriguez corporation' as 'Rodriguez corp' in this context. "Sir, yes." "Do you know where teenage girls like to go these days?" "You make us sound like we're from another era, Sir." I offered a blank stare and scanned my phone on my own. "Did you ask me for a recommendation for Bella, Sir?" I nodded and started looking for outdoor locations to visit in Santa Rosa and not far from here because I had an appointment with Olivia after that. "Because Bella does a lot of jobs and as a socialite, I think she'll prefer locations like clubs and parks, Sir." he explained.

Later Serra decided to move to another place when she noticed how the sleepless nights with a baby were affecting Rose. Rose insisted that she was fine. But Serra showed her that the sales of her books are now going well and she can afford a place of her own. Rose couldn't argue more and decided to accept Serra's decision. And more over Serra's apartment building is just a block away from the apartment where Rose lives. "Rose? Are you still there?" Serra asked while making her way back to her apartment. Rose is snapped out of her head when she registers Serra's voice.

He stood silently behind Larissa and waited for the elevator with her. Aster was still grumbling. "Mommy's too naughty! Your leg's not okay yet! How can you wear heels? What if you twist it again …" Larissa turned to glare at him. "Don't jinx me!" Westonia's land was very expensive. The apartment parking lot was built under the building. The moment they exited the elevator, the wind blew by. Larissa was so cold that she shivered, her arms automatically hugging her body.

After twenty-five minutes underground and fifteen minutes on a bus, they arrived at the building. Celina checked in at the front desk, and they headed up to the third floor. The real estate agent was already waiting. She showed them the apartment: two bedrooms, one of them a suite, a living room, kitchen with a laundry area, and a bathroom. Fully furnished. “So, what do you think?” Celina asked. “I like it! Now we’re going to be neighbors!” Zoe joked. “This could get interesting!” “I like it too,” Celina replied with a smile. “I’ll take it.”

After tracing several transaction histories, a name finally appeared on the screen. Casa Mirador del Mar. Urbanización La Patacona. A luxury beachfront apartment complex in Alboraya, roughly twenty minutes from downtown Valencia. The tenant was registered under the name Clara M. Collins. Chatrine stared at the name without blinking. “Clara M. Collins... of course. A woman who changes skins like a chameleon.” Her voice dripped with satisfaction and quiet mockery. She remained seated in the hotel room, staring at the digital map now marked with a red point along Spain’s eastern coastline. Crossing her legs, she took a sip of coffee and exhaled slowly.