Evangelion Apartment Novels & Stories

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.

After Eve's silent move, in order to avoid Allan, Eve felt that her life was a little calmer Eve rents a small apartment, not far from Damian's Cafe. The consideration was to make it easier for Eve to leave her daughter with Damian. Initially, Eve did want to occupy one of Damian's apartments, but this intention was undone considering that the place was quite far from where Eve worked and from Cafe Damian Finally, after staying overnight at Damian's Apartment, the next day Eve got an apartment that was not too big, but enough for herself and her daughter to occupy.

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

Without another glance at the woman, Klein took Evangeline's hand and helped her carry the babies leading them inside the car. The drive was long and quiet. And as the car came to a halt in front of a sleek, modern building, Evangeline gazed up at the towering structure in awe. It was one of Klein's owned penthouses, and she had heard about its luxurious amenities, but seeing it in person left her speechless. Klein stepped out of the car and walked around to open Evangeline's door, offering her a hand as she stepped out. "Welcome to our new home," he said with a warm smile.

She looked above their pegged fence and saw a man with a th broad chest, dark hair (jet black), and ears almost like an elf’s. “He looks like the man I ran into at the airport and that jerk that I wantedapologizegise to.” “Whose jerk and why do you want to apologize?” Her father rode his wheelchair into the backyard and moved closer to her beside the swing. “I bumped into him when I was searching for Neil on the way to the airport and I also misunderstood him but I couldn’t apologize,” “So, did you meet him again you said someone looked like.” “Yes, but I’m not sure if it’s him or not,” she stood up.

“His future wife is still underage.” Syila hit her forehead. She couldn't believe that Evan would marry a kid. Turns out, even though he's so calm, he's actually a pedophile? Eh, wait a minute... how did Mika know the address of her apartment? As if realizing, she immediately looked at Mika in horror. “How did you know the address of my apartment? I just moved yesterday, you know!” “Who did you get this apartment from? Brother Evan, right? That's it, just accept it if I or Brother Evan know the address of your apartment.”

‘Just what more could possibly go wrong’ was the last thought on her mind as they walked into her room. Friday evening, Emma arrived at Evelyn’s apartment in Zeden, a mix of nervousness and relief bubbling inside her. It was a sleek, modern space on the seventh floor of a high-rise, with large windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. Evelyn greeted her at the door, her face lighting up as she pulled her sister into a tight hug. “Finally! Welcome back to Zeden, Em!” Evelyn beamed, stepping aside to let Emma drag her suitcase in.

"How strange it is that just a few days ago, I was desperate to understand something supernatural. Now I'm excited about checking water pressure in apartment bathrooms." David laughed. "That's called growth, I think." "Or sanity returning." They arrived at the first apartment—a corner unit in a renovated pre-war building. The real estate agent, a brisk woman named Elaine with a portfolio of listings and sensible shoes, led them through rooms bathed in natural light. The promised bookshelves flanked a brick fireplace, and the balcony overlooked a small park where crimson and gold leaves swirled in gentle eddies. "What do you think?" David whispered as Elaine checked something on her phone in

Pulling up in the modern era apartment, its gated theres on site security, These apartments looks like little townhomes. Valerie pulls into her garage, she points to where I can park. Kaylen looks at me , I told her with my eyes " Shes little spoiled , don't start just grab your bags!!"

But today, I was heading back to the city. Dean had called that morning to say he’d found a buyer for my old apartment. Apparently, the guy wanted to move in ASAP, which was fine by me. The place never really felt like mine anyway. Dean also told me he had a surprise a new place in Brooklyn. The good side of Brooklyn, as he put it. Trendy cafes, quiet neighbors, even a bookstore. But he needed me to see it first before sealing the deal. So, I packed up what little I’d brought and stepped into the foyer of Evelyn’s house. She was already there, coat over her arm, tablet in hand, her usual put-together self.