Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

Brooklyn followed Brandon into the tastefully decorated apartment, her eyes wide with astonishment seeing the luxurious apartment where she’d be staying now. She wondered why Nikolas allowed them to stay here instead of at Brandon’s friend’s place. Walking around, she explored the apartment while Brandon talked to Edgar. There were three bedrooms with panoramic views of the whole city. She chose a corner room for herself that overlooked the garden area of the condominium. There was a small walk-in closet although she didn’t possess many clothes.

The white apartment door before us bore the number 12054, which, once translated, indicated our location: the 120th floor, apartment 54. As Alex and I stepped out from the capsule taxi to the balcony, it seamlessly closed its door behind us and departed, leaving us at the threshold of our new dwelling. The door to our apartment swung open in response to the proximity of our smartwatches. The apartment, though modest in size, was efficiently laid out, encompassing a living area, kitchen, a queen size bed, and a bathroom all within 30 to 40 square meters (around 400 square feet). It was a compact space.

what if this is not a new beginning but a disaster? Sighing I get down from the car and unloaded my bags. I am standing in front of my apartment. I have seen the ad online that it's a three-bedroom apartment with one common bathroom a living room and an open kitchen and a back patio with an underground parking lot. there is only one vacant needed and I immediately jumped into action without any delay paying the advance and confirming my room. The other two girls also go to the same university as me. I don't know anything about them, I just know that they go to the same university.

Chapter 61 – New City, Same Lights (Eli POV) The apartment smelled like fresh paint and someone else’s life. I dropped the last box the one labeled “FRAGILE (mostly books and feelings)” in my own messy handwriting onto the laminate floor and immediately regretted it. The thud echoed louder than it should have in a space this small. One bedroom, one bathroom, one window that looked directly into another building’s brick wall. Home sweet starter home. The kind of place people move into when they’re trying to prove they can survive on their own, even when every instinct screams to run back to the person who makes surviving feel easy.

I didn’t expect I’d be able to settle everything instantly that very morning. Maggie; Lydia’s niece, helped me with the apartment and I must say the place passed my taste. I wasn’t really looking for anything grand, just as long as I could have a roof on my head before the night comes, I’d gladly take it. However, the place looked really nice and neat. It’s a single bedroom apartment painted in beige and white. And Lydia’s right! It’s very cheap. Not to mention, it’s close to the city so it’ll be very convenient for my work.

It was her chance to settle in China and start building a future, even if the Apartment was tiny and expensive at $900 a month. The Apartment was a small, one-room furnished space with a bathroom, kitchen, dining area, and living room. Out of twelve apartments in the building, eleven were already taken. The empty one was on the left. Janiya struggled to carry her luggage up five steps to the elevator before finally getting inside. Once there, she took about thirty minutes to settle in and change into something more comfortable. Since it was a hot day, she put on shorts and a halter top, ready to start cleaning.

Bella Pov I stood in front of a small apartment building. The building was old and the paint was peeling. It was nothing like the luxury penthouse I used to live in. But it was mine. And it was far away from Damian and everything that reminded me of him. I unlocked the door and walked into my new apartment. It was tiny. Just one bedroom and a small kitJake and a bathroom. The floors were scratched. The walls were yellow from age. But the rent was cheap and that was all that mattered now.

We'll need a security manager and a marketing manager too, you know. The drive to the new apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they navigated the streets, each of them was lost in their thoughts, contemplating the significant changes that were about to take place in their lives. Upon arriving at the apartment, Peyton helped Carver out of the SUV. The apartment building loomed large and modern, its architecture sleek and imposing. Carver looked up at it, a sense of hope mingling with his apprehension. The apartment itself was spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a stunning view of Central Park. The reading nook that Ava had fallen in love with was

Last day of June, year 4022 In a rental apartment, an apartment is a lot to say because it is nothing more than a room of the lowest category, a simple room of 4m on all sides and its bathroom with only a failed toilet, full of excrement already rotting and full of flies and worms; the room looked more like a prison room in a third world country, but one of the poorest places that could exist. A true burrowing rat, on the outskirts, reigns the chaos, discrimination, hunger, death.

The small apartment felt unusually quiet when Gian unlocked the door. It was on the seventh floor, with a balcony overlooking the city park. Not very big, but comfortable enough for two people. The living room and kitchen shared an open layout, furnished with modern minimalist pieces. Shades of gray and cream dominated the space, giving it a calm yet slightly cold atmosphere.