Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

They're both the best. Dad pulls the car up outside the apartments where Zoe and I live. It's not a high rise, we both wanted something that was more cute and cosy looking and found this area. The block is only four flights high with just twenty individual apartments in it. The building is made of brick and glass and each apartment has its own separate balcony, we all have trellis dividers and on ours we have an array of plants climbing up it with some small planters hanging off. I've adorned ours with fairy lights, a lot of fairy lights. And the thought of sitting on it with a glass of wine before crashing out early is appealing. Zoe no doubt will fire a million questions at me and wonder w

I shook my head. “I took care of it,” I said. Vinnie looked at me sharply in the rearview mirror and I looked back at him, somberly. He suspected what I was going to do tonight, and he looked as worried as I felt. My apartment was a two-story apartment located at the top of a complex. I had a view of Central Park from my balcony and numerous restaurants and shops on the same block. It was close, convenient, and extravagant. It was the first purchase I made on my own and the first thing that wasn’t technically a hand me down from my grandfather and father, like the estate in Rochester. I was proud of it.

This is where they hide their money and guns. I can't stop my curiosity one more time and I lift the lid, but there are no guns or money here. There's just a pile of big paper sheets. I'm about to close it again when I realize that the type of sheet is the same as where my alpha left me that letter and I think: what if they are more letters for me? But when I pick them up I realize they are not. { Laurent } My new apartment is great. It's in downtown Tallahide and it's spacious, has two bedrooms in case someone from my family wants to come visit and is fully furnished, but even with this great new place, I could hardly sleep last night.

Noah. "We have available places now." He reported. "Alright, I'll be with you in a short while. Send me the address." Soon after, I left the office to where Mr. Noah was for a meeting. Then he had me drive down to Kimberley Royal Palace, one of the most expensive apartment complexes in RiverBrook and the whole of Avalon. He took me on a tour of the apartment and it was spacious enough like I wanted. With three big bedrooms, a big living room, dining room, kitchen and a bar. The apartment complex had a well equipped gym, playground for children, a clinic and pharmacy.

"Since you haven't settled here yet, I can take you there, it's ready and you can move it right away. Clara was more than happy to move out of this apartment, the memories of her friends were all over the place and besides a lot of people already knew the apartment and it would be better to lay low for a while until she figures out her next move. The caretaker booked a cab that took them to the new apartment and Clara loved the house on arrival. The apartment had a cozy living room, a spacious bed which connected to a bathroom, a kitchenette and a balcony. It was perfect for a student.

Her feelings were mixed, but for now, she had made her choice, and this place would be her home, for who knows how long. The apartment was called the Blue Lavender Apartments, a mid-range building located on the outskirts of the city, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and even further from the spotlight. From the outside, the building looked like a remnant of a life that should have been abandoned long ago. The dull, gray-green walls, patches of peeling paint on the corners of the balconies, and dark windows in the unoccupied units seemed to stare blankly out at the deserted street below.

Not because it had been wrong for the first year — it had been exactly right, the proximity to the work, the way it had simplified the question of where to be by making the answer simply here, upstairs, ready to go back down in the morning. But a year was enough of that. I found an apartment in Newtown proper, a terrace house on a tree-lined street, the second floor of a building that had been there since the nineteen-twenties and had the specific character of something that had accommodated many lives without losing its own. Moving in took a Saturday. I had not accumulated very much in a year. The basics. Some kitchen things I had bought because the flat had not had them. The pottery bowl.

he said, ending their moment and leaving Mia, who still froze in her seat. The apartment Jaxon was referring to was not what Mia had in mind. She considered the apartment a penthouse because it took up one whole level of a ten-story structure. She expected a two-bedroom apartment, not a penthouse with a gym, tennis court, theater and cinema room, swimming pool, Jacuzzi, living room, four bedrooms, a kitchen with modern equipment, and numerous rooms Mia doesn’t believe she needs. “Are you sure this is the right one?” Mia asked Snow, who was busy giving directions to the two well-built men in charge of guarding the building. The two men were checking the apartment and removing some furniture t

Camille finally asked, her curiosity about ready to make her explode. “I believe in human military language this floor would be called the married quarters.” Jag replied. “Although we are neither married nor have we had a union ceremony. But, since we are together, Sid, Kal and myself wanted you to have a proper home with all of us.” With that, the door slid open to reveal the large apartment. It was much larger than Jag’s place and resembled a typical condo with stairs leading up to the bedrooms and giant windows making up two of the walls in the open living space. Camille instantly recognised some of the things from the men’s homes while others appeared new. Just the sight of what looked l

No Contini men dressed in black at every entrance. My apartment was in a quiet neighbourhood nearly twenty minutes from the office where I would begin working the following week. I had chosen it from photographs sent by the rental agency: small, furnished, and affordable enough that I wouldn’t need Uncle Angelo’s help. When the taxi stopped outside, I looked up at the building. It wasn’t luxurious. The brick exterior had darkened with rain, and one of the lights above the entrance flickered. The Contini estate probably had storage rooms larger than the apartment waiting for me upstairs.