Novel & Cerita Novel Apartment

At that time, she only needed to drive seven to eight minutes from Noah's place, but now she needed to drive almost twenty minutes before reaching her new place from work. The new apartment she rented also couldn't be compared to Noah's place. It was the micro-unit apartment building that nestled among high-rises in Brooklyn, and that was the reason why the rent was cheap. However, even if it was small, that place did not feel cramped because special considerations were made to ensure that more than enough light and air reach each micro-apartment. In each unit, the ceilings were nearly ten feet, and her unit even featured a Juliet balcony. For Jessica, that place was her perfect sanctuary. S

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."

Maybe things would be okay. We reached the new apartment building twenty minutes later. It was tall and modern. Glass windows. Secure entrance. Stefan parked and helped me out. We took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. The apartment was nice. Simple furniture. Big windows overlooking the city. A bedroom with a soft bed. A kitchen that smelled clean. I walked around slowly. It felt safe. For now. Stefan leaned against the door frame and watched me. “You like it?” I nodded. “It is perfect. Thank you.”

We drive the rest of the way in silence, broken only by the radio murmuring some forgettable song. The city rises up around us eventually glass and concrete and too many people. A place big enough to disappear in. I chose it for that reason too. The apartment is small. Second floor walk-up. One bedroom, one bathroom, a narrow kitchen that smells faintly like lemon cleaner and new paint. I unlocked the door this morning, checked every corner, memorized every exit. Aidan steps inside like he’s crossing a threshold into someone else’s life. “This is… nice,” he says, uncertain but polite.

“Short-term. Cheap. Available today.” She gave us a once-over, grabbed a key without much interest. “Got a little one close to campus. Check it. If it’s not trash come back.” Jace took the key. “Appreciate it.” Apartment was basically a box. Bedroom barely fit a mattress, living room/kitchen combo you could span in three strides. Kitchen screamed 1995. But it was clean. No bloodstains, no mold. Good enough. “Fine by me,” Jace said.

The door to her apartment was open. ​But Julian and Leo weren't there. ​She looked across the hall. The door to Apartment 4B—the home of Christina Wilder—was wide open. A warm, golden light was spilling out. ​Nora crawled to the doorway and looked inside. ​The apartment wasn't a council flat, and it wasn't a manor. It was a Library. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with 180 leather-bound volumes. ​In the center of the room, Christina Wilder was sitting in a wingback chair, reading a book titled 'Chapter 174.'

It wasn't a bad area or anything, but our financial situations were worlds apart. And so, we went from seeing one of the most sophisticated apartments in the city in one of the richest neighborhoods to this: apartment 125, located on the 12th floor of this old building in an average neighborhood. When Lucius realized where he had to park his convertible, which astonished passersby, I felt like dying inside. I also felt like dying when we entered the ancient, creaky elevator. I hoped I wouldn't perish where I stood when the landlady opened the apartment door. She was a woman around fifty, wearing a dress with an apron over it.

I felt it in my soul. *** “He’s the apartment!” Maverick announced. Storm and Gage helped bring in our bags. It was a luxurious apartment on the twentieth floor of a new building on the outskirts of town. “Damn, this place is nice. You’ve got me thinking about moving out,” Storm commented. “As soon as this all blows over I’m moving in next door.” The room was decorated with browns and blacks. It needed a little love, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d be here. However, it seemed I would be spending a lot of time here.

Chapter 30 April’s POV “Wow, this place is so cool.” Maria said, looking around the apartment mason had helped us move in to. He had wanted me to start living alone but I knew I couldn’t afford it yet, so I had to live with my friends who also needed a place to stay. Mason talked to one of his employees who had a friend with a low cost apartment building. The place had a light brown themed interior. The furniture was brown but the walls and curtains were lighter. The living area and kitchen were fairly small but bigger than those in Waters’ building. I chose the best bedroom which overlooked the city.