Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

Third Person POV The apartment was tiny. A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two. But it was theirs. No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors. Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened. Freedom.

Natalia's POV In less than a week, I found an apartment. It was a modest two-bedroom on the sixth floor of a quiet building just outside the city center. It was modern with a lot of natural light and bare walls that I could do anything on. It was the kind of place that felt new— not tainted by memories or past shadows. The perfect place for me to make my base and forge on with my plans. So as soon as all the legal formalities were done, I moved in that evening.

-Yes, come in, he wants me to take you, you have suitcases. -No, I don't have any suitcases and yes, yes, please take me to the apartment. They went up to the penhouse and the concierge told him: -There is no loss, it is the top floor, it is the best apartment, it even has a small swimming pool, if you need anything, just let me know. They arrived, the elevator opened and Lidia could not believe her eyes and said: "It is a luxury apartment: -It's a luxury apartment, not even in my dreams could I imagine it like this.

The two young women got out of the car and entered the restaurant, and after dinner, they had a few snacks before Noemia took Victoria to her new apartment. Victoria had no objections, of course, Noemia's apartment was located in the fanciest part of town, and the land on which the building was built was worth a fortune, and the cheapest apartment cost at least ten million. Everyone who lived in these apartments was filthy rich or knew people in high places. They took the elevator to the top floor, and there were only two units on this floor, and one of them belonged to Noemia, and Victoria couldn't help but wonder, who was her neighbor?

The idea settled into the room, heavy and unfamiliar. “It’s close to campus,” Evelyn continued. “Two bedrooms. You’ll have your own space. And I’ll help with the first few months’ rent.” Lily sighed. “We’ll manage.” Aaron nodded. “I’m fine with it.” Neither of them sounded entirely convincing. ⸻ The apartment was small but clean, tucked into a quiet street just a few blocks from campus. Sunlight filtered through thin curtains, dust motes dancing in the air. It smelled faintly of fresh paint and new beginnings.

Jenny pushed open the off-white apartment door. The lock was brand new, its brass handle glinting coldly under the hallway lighting. The air carried a blend of disinfectant and aged wall paint—an odor not sharp enough to sting, yet stubbornly clinging to the nostrils once breathed in. The living room was tiny, barely able to fit a faded fabric sofa and a glass coffee table. On the table sat an unopened box of donuts, its paper bag fluttering faintly in the draft from the air conditioner.

“ 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.

After climbing three flights of creaky stairs, I finally reach our door and step inside. Silence greets me. Nova’s probably still at the library, studying for her SATs. Nerd. I snigger to myself before looking around our tiny apartment. The space is cramped, with just enough room for a small couch that sags in the middle, a scratched-up coffee table we got secondhand, and a kitchen shoved into one corner with barely enough counter space to cook a decent meal. The walls are a dull, off-white color with peeling paint near the ceiling, and the single window overlooking the alley lets in more city noise than actual fresh air.

She was extremely angry about it, but she stayed silent. In an hour, they reached the place riding Nicholas’s car. The building was 18 floors tall, and the apartment was on the 9th. It was around 150 square miles, a very ideal home. Alex furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing the interior of the apartment. It wasn’t because it was too rundown, but on the contrary—it just looked absolutely amazing. The interior design was extraordinary. It had everything that they needed as well. Nicholas was right, anyone could just move in.

"What?" "Since you're going to Arup, Uncle Damian and Aunt Natalie must have prepared everything for you. We didn't know what else to give, so we bought an apartment near the university you applied to. Although it's secondhand, the property is very well-maintained. It's fully furnished and ready to move in. "Alex had checked it out on his business trip in person. The apartment is in a wealthy neighborhood, so it's very safe and free from sketchy people."