Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Novels & Stories

He gave a small shrug, and I wondered if he was being pompous or just being a normal old-money prick who thought it was normal to own a whole fuckin’ mansion and decide to live in an apartment. Heck, I would not even be surprised if he told me he owned the entire apartment building! “You are stinking rich, aren't you?” I asked looking around. “I am simply wise with my money. I actually rent this place out. It’s free for the next six months before the next tenants move in. The rent is quite hefty.” He winked, and I gulped. So fuckin’ rich! “Sorry to disturb you guys,” A small voice called out, and I looked behind Luke to find the same little girl who had called me the day of my live interview

She left her address and contact details with the store, arranging for delivery. The two had lunch together before Adora dragged Laura along to a real estate agency. She was looking for a spacious, fully furnished apartment—a second-hand property that had never been lived in. Laura leaned in and whispered, "Adora, with the square footage you’re asking for, that’s at least six million dollars. You sure you—" "Relax, I’ve got money." Adora shot her a playful wink. She had twenty million dollars sitting in her stock trading account. A six-million-dollar apartment was nothing.

And the worst kind, where someone actually told me to my face. "We appreciate your time, Ms Willow, but we have concerns about your record." I smiled through all of them. I had used six of the seven thousand dollars on the motel deposit, the first month, and a handful of groceries. Math was not my friend right now. On the fifteenth day, I moved into a small apartment in a building that had seen better years. The hallway smelled like someone had cooked fish recently and never fully recovered from it. The elevator made a sound on the way up that I chose not to investigate. But the rent was within budget, barely, and the window in the bedroom got morning light.

I replied perfunctorily and he opened the gate for me. The elevator is down and I have to climb these long and everlasting stairs. This is just too much for me! I wobbled into my office and placed my luggage in a secret place as I fall to the hard couch. There's no way I can get a house or apartment that will take 15k as monthly rent. Till tomorrow then * * * I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. " Who is it ??" I mumbled angrily as I picked the phone from the table.

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.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I found myself trudging down Post Street with my heels in my hand and my hair escaping its bun like a soap opera heroine. “Fake bitches and their fake problems,” I muttered, turning into my apartment building. “Thread count. Seriously. She probably can’t count past ten without using her toes.” I reached my door—and froze. There, sticking out from under the frame like a smug little accusation, was a cream-colored envelope. I didn’t need to pick it up to know what it was. Rent. Again.

Instead, she rented a rented apartment. 00It was very simple and crude, barely shelterd from the rain and wind. There was a bed built by wooden planks, on which the original cloth-colored quilt could hardly be seen. 00"The last tenant is a bachelor." The landlord held the key in his hand and shook it leisurely. "There's nothing in it. You can buy whatever you want." 00"How much is the rent?" Ling Wei was now concerned about money. She didn't have much money in her hands, so she had to spend it on purpose.

You left trash piled up everywhere, scribbled all over the walls, and didn't clean a thing! "Now, you're back. What? Planning to steal something? I should haul you straight to the police station!" That sent me into a panic. Ignoring the burning pain in my scalp, I shouted, "What unpaid rent? Didn't Lydia just transfer money to you last week? "She said she not only covered the rent, she even gave you an extra hundred thousand as compensation! "That's a hundred thousand! You greedy old miser! Are you trying to deny it?" Mrs. Wesley froze for a second, then burst out laughing.

The building was quite tall and decorated properly. “All right, thanks,” I acknowledged, about going inside already. “If you need anything. I left my card on your table, I'm just a ring away,” I chuckled, nodding again before going in. “Thank you, sir,” my mum greeted and he responded. My mum walked behind me before she came to my side. “Sweetie, how much did you rent this apartment? It must have cost you a fortune,” she commented as we entered the elevator. “Well, yeah. It's quite expensive but this was the only cheapest house I could find. $20,000 yearly,” I told her.