Evangelion Apartment Novels & Stories

Even if Eva didn't want to admit it, her boss liked her, and a lot. After a few minutes the door to Evangelina's apartment started to ring, it seemed strange to her that someone was knocking, she had no friends and it definitely couldn't be Santino. Who could it be? she thought, walking barefoot. She peeked through the small window and immediately her legs shook like jelly. Her boss was behind the door! "Damn!" she snorted as he continued to knock insistently. How does he know where I live, she thought nervously, and then I remembered what happened the night before.

Adam had made it clear on their very first meeting that he was a man with a very active sex life who preferred variety. She was probably the hundredth woman on his list. The thought scourged more than Eva had expected it to. The elevator stopped at his floor, and Adam gave another apology to Mrs. Grey, receiving only a derisive huff in return as they stepped out. Bringing out his key card, Adam unlocked the door to his apartment. Entering after he'd had splayed the door open for her, Eva noticed his apartment had a simple design, but she was too riled up to appreciate the beauty of it. She was sulking and she didn't even know why.

She’d recently purchased a red VW Polo for her daily commute and mentioned that she’d also bought a small apartment. Eliza invited Seraphina Arden to visit her new place. The apartment was cozy—one bedroom, one living room—slightly bigger than Seraphina’s. It was in a new, well-designed community with modern decor. While there was no balcony, the large floor-to-ceiling windows gave it a bright, open feel. The living room was adorned with a plush, cream-colored carpet. Eliza pulled two beers from the fridge, handing one to Seraphina. “Sis, sit with me for a bit, will you?”

With a sudden inspiration and before she could speak, he inquired, "Are there empty apartments in your building?" "Yes," Evelyn replied without hesitation, her expresion confused. "There's a single unit— like Lily's— available on the second floor, and the double unit like mine on the third floor is open." "Would it appease your kind heart if I allow her to move into the single unit and require her to pay rent like any other tenant?" A warm light glowed in her blue-gray eyes and a bright smile curled her irresistibly kissable lips in response. Andrew's head dipped towards hers, his mouth so close he could feel the whisper-touch of her hurried breaths stirring against his lips.

I feel like I’m cheating on Alex if I am with you. Eva didn’t say the words out of her throat. She opened and closed her mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Never mind. Sit down.” She finally said and walked away towards the kitchen. She rent a small apartment for herself. The living room was the main room of this apartment. To the left from the door is the kitchen with mini bar on it which function as the dining table with two chairs. Across the living room, the are two doors. One is for the bedroom and another for the bathroom.

He wanted to return a snarky comment but he just kept mute. "My secret agent just alerted me yesterday evening about Eva's abode. She lives in a crappy one bedroom apartment in he outskirt of the city. It's an abandoned building and she still has outstanding debts of over fifteen thousand dollars where she lived before." Roman's eyes grew bigger, almost popping out of their sockets. "What?" He shook his head in disbelive, "how on earth does she intend to take care of Christine and Christopher in such unfavorable and uncomfortable condition?"

Haru slides on behind me and we ride off without looking back. It took Haru and me a week to find the apartment, only a couple of blocks from the club compound. We both had a lot of money saved from the odd jobs we used to do when we first got out of our hell, so we were able to buy the place. The apartment was nice... spacious, and in a pretty good neighborhood. The walls were pure white, with dark hardwood floors throughout. Three bedrooms with walk-in closets, two bathrooms, a big living room, and an open kitchen. We also had a balcony with a large glass sliding door. It was on the fourth floor, and thankfully, the elevator worked. There was even a swimming pool in the back and parking un

Katerina “That was really cool,” Eva says the minute I storm into my large bedroom slash apartment, because no normal bedroom in the world is this big, with a balcony that could fit a small football playground with a hammock of all things, and a bathroom that’s the size of my entire apartment back home. Not to mention the study area, the built in wardrobe and it’s like I could spend my year of self-inflicted exile here, going out only for food every once in a while and never have to see that damn man’s face ever again.

Three days had passed since Evelyn boarded the cross-country bus, trading her past for a one-way ticket to a town that didn't know the name Julian Silvercrest. She had found a small, weathered apartment above an old bait-and-tackle shop near the municipal pier. The rent was cheap, paid in cash to a landlord who only cared that she kept the noise down and didn't leave the burners on. The walls were peeling with faded seafoam paint, and the floorboards groaned under her weight, but to Evelyn, the drafty little room was a sanctuary. For the first time in three years, she possessed a key to a door that only she had the right to open.

I grabbed my phone and called the property manager for a luxury apartment at once. Samuel tried to snatch my phone away from me. I swerved and turned my back to him, quickly speaking into the phone. The manager then exclaimed and said, "Ms. Caroline Whitaker, the unit you're referring to isn't housing just a lady and her two children, miss. A family of six is living there." At once, I recalled having briefly met Samson's in-laws back when he was still alive, and I felt goosebumps spreading all over my body.