Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

Anna could already feel the walls of her prison cell closing in on her. "What about the neighbours?" their new apartment was between two others. It almost seemed like she was taking a vacation outside of town. "They are friends," he mentioned. "They'll keep you safe." "Oh! Are you referring to those twins? Ezra and Eskel?" The door opened and he stepped aside, holding the door open for her. "Thanks," she walked in and took in the small apartment. Everything was already set up. There were three couches and a TV. There was a dining table next to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and she smiled when she saw it was well stocked.

As long as I had enough, that was all that mattered. Over the next few days, Julie and I visited several new developments and looked at a few high-end apartments, about 1,290 square feet each. The apartments were fully renovated, with floor-to-ceiling windows and access to a residents' clubhouse. Julie stood on the balcony of one of the model units, staring outside. Her eyes lit up for a moment, but her excitement didn't last for long. "What's up? You don't like this place?" She shook her head. "I do like it."

The morning sun did not feel warm in the rented apartment. It was a small apartment on the third floor of an old brick building near the noisy side of the city. There was no big balcony, no tall glass windows with a view of the skyline, and no smooth marble floors. The carpet was old and brown, the walls had a faint smell of damp paint, and the small kitchen sink was dripping with a slow, annoying tick-tock sound. Victoria Morati woke up lying on a thin, lumpy sofa bed.

"Tell me about the apartment." --- He moved me three days later. The place was in a building I'd walked past before without ever thinking about what was inside. Twelve floors, doorman, the kind of quiet that costs money. The apartment itself was on the ninth floor, two bedrooms, clean lines, fully furnished in a way that was tasteful without being someone's personality. It felt like a place designed to be lived in by anyone, which I supposed was the point. Elias walked me through it once. Showed me the secondary exit through the building's service corridor. Showed me the panic button installed inside the kitchen cabinet, small and gray and easy to miss. Showed me the deadbolt reinforcements

“Of course. Ask away.” Feeling a bit relieved, I nod my head and turn on my tablet. Just then, the doors open, and a beautiful apartment is revealed. The apartment is large and spacious, with white columns, a high cathedral ceiling, and white, polished marble floors. The place has wall-to-wall ceiling to floor windows with white crown molding surrounding it. The place is gorgeous, but maybe I’m biased because I don’t think it’s as beautiful as Micah’s penthouse.

I am still worried about my mother, but I know they wouldn't do anything to her as long as they can use me. Using the phone Norman gave me, I searched for the nearest and cheapest apartment, and found it just a few blocks away from the police station. When I got there, I was guided to a hundred-worth apartment that is the size of a capsule. It has a single bed, small table, small kitchen area and a common restroom for the tentlants to use. It was so narrow that you could reach the kitchen when you stood up from the bed. "Well? Are you going to take it?" The middle-aged woman chewing a gum, impatiently asked me.

"Can you just imagine yourself on the 72nd floor of this 4019 square inch-" "Sorry, but I have this thing with heights." I cut her off. "No worries." We got to the next place, and it was Jasper who said he didn’t like it, and Cooper disapproved of the other apartment after that. “Now, we have this fully furnished 3 bedroom, 3.5 bath apartment, comes with a private parking space and access to a park across the road." "Fully furnished? Did someone die here?" Cooper asked. I gave him a look.

My teammates hit me with a string of question marks when my hero stood idle and failed to hold the base. Frustrated, I quit the game and opened WhatsApp. The message was from Jacob Zeller, who lived downstairs from me. He was my roommate in college. There were four of us sharing a dorm, and we were pretty tight. While we were interning, we decided to job hunt together and moved into a cheaper apartment to lower our rent. Once everyone had a job, our hours were all over the place, so we each got an apartment to keep from getting in each other's way. We still grab a meal together from time to time.

Then the boys found our other apartment in the same building. It isn’t until apartment 3 that I fall in love. It’s perfect. Open windows. Similar to ours back in Boston. And what’s even better there are two across the hall from each other. In our price range? check. Open windows? check. Double sink? check. Big kitchen? check with lots of bench space for baking. “It even has space for a living room slash office.” Kingston says as we finish our final inspection before making an offer. The anxiety in my chest eases when we sign our names. Committing for a year beginning August. As Josie and Austen sign as well. It’s offical we will be neighbours in New York.

Chapter 73 Isabella had found a new apartment—simple, yet cozy—completely different from her family home, which was filled with memories of her childhood and traces of Irene. The apartment was suggested by Peter, her editor, who always seemed to know what was best for her. Despite its simplicity, the apartment had a modern, efficient design, with large windows overlooking a small garden outside, giving Isabella the peaceful atmosphere she needed. She spent the entire morning cleaning and organizing the space, hoping this new place could be a fresh start for her.