Independence Library Apartments Novels & Stories

“ It is ideal for you two lovebirds.” “We are not-“ “I can’t wait to see it.” Justin cut me off again. “We are not a couple. This apartment is for you not us.” I whispered to him. “Really?” He grinned slyly. I poked him in the ribs. The apartment was located in a nice, cozy, safe looking neighborhood. And Hannah was right it was perfect. It was new, large ,with two bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen and dining room. I checked out the plumbing, and wiring. They were in good condition.

It let me think. I’d spent the last hour looking at apartments online—small, clean, safe places in decent neighborhoods. Nothing flashy. Nothing that screamed money. Just somewhere she could feel independent. Somewhere she wouldn’t think I was pitying her or trying to buy her affection. Because I knew Sabrina. The second she felt like a burden, she’d pull away. And I wasn’t risking that. Not now. Not when she’d finally said yes. Yes.

It looked legitimate, professional, and everything I should have wanted. So why did it feel like another trap? "This is very generous," I said carefully. "But I have to ask, what's the catch?" "No catch. You wanted independence, a chance to support yourself without relying on anyone else's charity." Luciano stood and moved toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out at the manicured gardens. "This gives you exactly that." "And the apartment address?" "There's a studio apartment above the office space. Fully furnished with utilities included, available immediately." He turned back to face me, his green eyes unreadable. "You could move in today if you wanted to."

My eyes swept across the space, and a profound realization washed over me, this was a place I could truly, legally call my own. The apartment was a perfectly designed, cozy layout. It featured two modest bedrooms with large windows that let in a wealth of natural light, a clean, modern bathroom, a comfortable drawing room, a fully equipped compact kitchen, and a small, charming dining area situated right in front of it. It even boasted a small, private balcony that overlooked the peaceful park across the street. It was a proper, cozy, and highly affordable apartment that fit perfectly within my independent budget. Looking around the pristine wooden floors, I felt an overwhelming wave of happ

Sydney Hale stood in the center of her new apartment, currently battling a Level 10 existential crisis. The vibe? Mid. At best. It was a one-bedroom with eggshell-white walls that screamed landlord special and windows that offered a breathtaking view of the brick wall next door. It smelled like industrial-grade lemon cleaner and the ghost of a security deposit gone wrong. She dropped her heavy tote bag and let out a theatrical sigh. "Okay, girl. This is it. We’re in our independent era," she muttered.

“I'm renting an apartment near the university.” He frowned. “Why would you need to rent an apartment when we've got this one? It's not far from the university, I can always drive you if you want, or you can drive yourself…” “No Jaylen, it's not a problem of distance but of independence. I want to be alone.” He stood there, staring blankly at me and the look in his eyes morphed. “You want to get away from me?” “No, that's not it.” “You said you wanted to leave me.”

He was being such a guy right now. Hope he wasn't turned on by the condo than me. It was a good-looking 3bhk condo but I had just leased it for now because my dream has always been to buy an independent house. "Thanks but I don't own it. I've just leased it." "Why not?" He asked almost immediately and turned around to face me. "Ummm...I've always had a liking for independent houses. Like the one you had designed." "You..you remember that?" He asked breathlessly, shoving his hands inside his pockets.