Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Novels & Stories

Johanne rented a small apartment with the money she had managed to save from her work at the Collen mansion and although it was not enough to live without peace of mind for a long time, she also began to look for a new job to meet those needs. He was already settling into the new place with his son when he received a call. “Good afternoon, shall I speak to Miss Willys? “Yes, talk to her, who's talking? “Johanne got ready; I imagine it was a typical call to give him some bad news. “We are calling you from the central bank, it is to notify you that you received a transfer of one million to your account. “That?! one million? It's not true, you must be wrong.

It didn't take long to spot something strange. Starting three months ago, a fixed sum of five thousand dollars had left her personal account each month. It was transferred to a name I didn't recognize. Three consecutive months of money transfer like clockwork meant something fishy was definitely going on. I noted the recipient's name and had a friend look into it. The results revealed that he was the owner of a high-end apartment in the city center. That meant Celeste had been spending five thousand dollars on renting another apartment every month. Why would she need another apartment? The answer felt inevitable.

I'm not folding, not without a fight. I'd already paid the deposit and first month's rent on my apartment's lease, but maybe if Patrick had room... I knew my chances were slim. I wouldn't have had an extra room. The one-bedroom apartment I rented on the Upper West Side was nearly three thousand a month. That was for one bedroom, a living room, galley kitchen, and small bathroom. Square footage was extremely expensive in Manhattan. Not many people had extra bedrooms. Then again, in order to keep my dream alive, I'd sleep on a couch for three years.

The second I crossed the threshold, I was so dead tired that I just crashed on the couch. Wendell and I had cohabited for a year. I was the one leaseholder for this apartment. The rent was 4,800 dollars a month. Wendell would wire me 2,000 dollars every month, and I covered the rest. Every single time, he'd say, "Renting is like flushing money down the toilet. Let's just split it for now. Once we buy a place, we'll be set. Just tough it out for a bit longer."

I was excited and scared at the same time. Malcolm didn't say anything. He just pressed his chin a little harder into my shoulder. The next morning, he dragged me out of bed. He placed my laptop on the table and opened a rental website. "Look," he said, pointing at the screen. I leaned in and almost got blinded by the prices. He was looking at luxury apartments downtown, including penthouses with rents higher than my entire previous year's salary. He pointed to a top-floor duplex with a rooftop garden and an outdoor pool and said, "This one. We can raise fish here."

The same number that had nearly given me a heart attack. Then I looked back at her. “Ten thousand dollars.” Her mouth fell open. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then Maya blinked. “Ten thousand dollars?” I nodded. “That’s what it says.” “Ten thousand dollars.” “You’re repeating yourself.” “Because that’s a lot of money.” I laughed. A slightly hysterical laugh but still a laugh because she wasn’t wrong. It was enough money to solve several problems. Rent. Food. Doctor appointments. Bills.

I understand Nathan is an idiot and angers everyone, but she doesn’t need to take it out on anyone else. Justine holds my hand while Damien explains what happened at my apartment. He even proves it to me with videos and pictures of the damage. I don’t believe it, and then I see my tampons on the floor. “Dammit, I knew I should have taken it all,” I say, pacing the suite. “You should have taken all of what, Lola?” Justine asks, confused. “My money, they stole it again,” I say, processing everything. “I’m broke now and can’t pay my rent. I only have what I brought and what’s in my account. That might be a whopping $600; great,” I mutter, wishing this was over already.

"I don't know what it is. You're a nice girl. But you're bad for business." I took the money and walked out into the rain. That's the Ki and Shō. It's quiet. It's heavy. Now watch what happens when she meets the silence. The city was a wet, gray corpse. Puddles swallowed the neon reflections of closed bodegas and barred windows. I pulled my hoodie tighter and walked fast. My apartment was six blocks away. I counted the cracks in the sidewalk to keep my brain from spiraling. Four hundred for rent. Two hundred for mom's meds. Fifteen dollars left for food until I find another job that won't fire me for existing wrong.

he asked distractedly, glancing at the massive closet. "Excuse me?" "Would you live in this apartment?" Thankfully, Lucius was focused on the closet and didn't see me silently mocking his question and swearing at him in my mind. By the time he looked at me, I had my professional salesperson persona back on. "It's a charming property, certainly, but... it's out of my league." "What do you mean, 'out of your league'?" he asked with an innocent look of confusion. "Financially. The rent is five thousand a month," I explained.

“If I don’t work, I can’t pay rent.” “Check your bank account.” I hesitated. “What?” He waved me off, eyes back on the TV. “Just check it.” I noticed the wall by the door was gone. Finally. I stepped outside, still dazed, his words bouncing around my head. Fortunately, there was an ATM nearby. I hurried over, fished out my card, and punched in my PIN. Five seconds later, the screen loaded—and my jaw dropped. Ten. Million. Dollars. I counted the digits three times to be sure. Eight zeros. One massive one. Ten million freaking dollars.