Evangelion Apartment Novels & Stories

Eva FLASHBACK: FIVE DAYS AGO IN JULIENNE'S APARTMENT “May I speak with you? Inside?” I asked Relief filled me as she opened her door wider. …. I stepped into her apartment in relative silence. Despite the grimy outside it seemed clean from the inside, incredibly cozy even. The area was small and the furniture was outdated and I spotted a crack in the wall, but it wasn't bad. Looking at the small space brought me back to a time years ago, on my own, working.

I spent only $100,000 to acquire this nearly 2,000-square-foot apartment! I refused to wait for death with them in the frozen apocalypse, much less let them kill me again. I had already died once. The fact that someone had died here did not frighten me at all. After all, the living could be far more terrifying than the dead. The penthouse was on the eighth floor. The location was ideal. It would not be submerged by the snowdrifts from the endless winter storms, and it offered easier access for foraging during utility blackouts.

She had to do it herself. Just like she always had. An hour later, Eva found herself driving across Los Angeles, searching apartment listings. The first apartment was too expensive,the second was too small,the third looked nothing like the photos online. By noon, frustration was eating away at her patience. She sat inside her car outside another apartment building and rubbed her temples. Her phone buzzed. A message from Daniel. Eva immediately deleted it without reading. Then a notification popped in her phone it was an I*******m post ,it was a photo of Daniel and Evelyn shopping for an engagement ring,

A discreet security guard nodded as they passed. The apartment was on the twelfth floor. Spacious, modern, anonymous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Hudson, lights glittering on the water like scattered diamonds. Furniture was neutral, tasteful. A nursery had already been started in one corner: cream crib, rocking chair, a mobile of tiny stars and moons. Veronica walked through the rooms slowly. Ethan watched from the doorway. "It's temporary," he said. "Until we find our own place. Or until you decide you want something different."

The other two live on the fourth and fifth floors. The elevator door dinged softly and opened. Ezra stepped outside and he was greeted by a deserted hallway. Most of the residents in this apartment are busy executives because this apartment is quite elite and has a good reputation. Sometimes they stay with their very old parents or other relatives to look after the house while they work.

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

I had to fight the urge to turn around and run back out of the building, as I knew we were there for a purpose. We made our way into the elevator and rode it to the third floor. The ammonia smell intensified, causing my stomach to gurgle. As I took in my surroundings, I saw a small hallway that seemed to go on forever, lined with doors. We continued to the right, finally coming across apartment 310, which had an eviction notice attached to the door. The door was opened slightly. As we stepped inside, the condition of the apartment was heartbreaking; the walls were painted in faded green, while cracked tiles were scattered on the floor. The furniture in the room was almost non-existent, with

"Mother!" Allegra exclaims as she enters the old house of Evangeline. "What a beautiful little house.” Evangeline laughs at her daughter’s choice of words. "Little house?” "Yes... Grandpa’s apartment is much bigger. Ours too.” The apartment in which they both lived was what Evangeline had received as a gift when she turned twenty"two. As soon as she moved, she noticed that the simple gift that her father had given, had nothing simple. In addition to being in the center of London, facing one of the most famous historical points of the city, three families would be able to live there without any suffocation.

Eugene's apartment was located exactly on Canal Street, the boundary between these two neighborhoods. The car stopped in front of Eugene's apartment building. The five-story building standing on the boundary between Chinatown and Little Italy had an unremarkable brick exterior. The first floor housed an Italian restaurant, a general store, a cafe, and a barbershop, while the upper floors were mainly occupied by people of Italian descent. Eugene's apartment was on the third floor of this building. Getting out of the car, Eugene politely said, "Thank you for bringing me home." Then he immediately turned and entered the building. But he wasn't alone climbing the stairs to the first floor. Valen

The nice lady driver helps me load my bags in the trunk, and we head off. We arrived shortly after at the apartment building. This is exactly what I needed: a nice, small apartment close to the campus. I entered the building and headed to the elevators. I hit the button for the eighth floor. I had a major argument with Papa about not getting a penthouse. He wanted “only the best for an Aventini”. Mama helped me stand my ground, and I ended up with a one-bedroom with a small den. I walked off the elevator and opened the door to my place.