Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

I spent only $100,000 to acquire this nearly 2,000-square-foot apartment! I refused to wait for death with them in the frozen apocalypse, much less let them kill me again. I had already died once. The fact that someone had died here did not frighten me at all. After all, the living could be far more terrifying than the dead. The penthouse was on the eighth floor. The location was ideal. It would not be submerged by the snowdrifts from the endless winter storms, and it offered easier access for foraging during utility blackouts.

"I just... I miss my room. My things. I want to be somewhere that feels like home." The three men exchanged glances, some silent communication passing between them. Finally, Lorenzo nodded. "Give us the address." --- The apartment was in Queens, a fourth-floor walkup in a building that had seen better days. As we climbed the stairs—no elevator, of course—I became increasingly self-conscious about what they were seeing. The hallway carpet was worn and stained. The walls needed a fresh coat of paint. You could hear arguments through doors, a baby crying somewhere above us, the smell of someone's cooking permeating everything.

"How strange it is that just a few days ago, I was desperate to understand something supernatural. Now I'm excited about checking water pressure in apartment bathrooms." David laughed. "That's called growth, I think." "Or sanity returning." They arrived at the first apartment—a corner unit in a renovated pre-war building. The real estate agent, a brisk woman named Elaine with a portfolio of listings and sensible shoes, led them through rooms bathed in natural light. The promised bookshelves flanked a brick fireplace, and the balcony overlooked a small park where crimson and gold leaves swirled in gentle eddies. "What do you think?" David whispered as Elaine checked something on her phone in

I counted it twice, then again, like it might grow if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. Still, it was enough. Enough to start something. A studio apartment. A room in someone’s house. A place to sleep that didn’t smell like mop water and French fries. Somewhere I could close a door and know no one was coming in unless I said so. I pulled out my phone and searched “apartments near me—cheap.” The results were… grim. But one listing caught my eye. Small. Run-down. Only a kitchenette and a bathroom. But no roommates. No eyes. No judgment.

Three months into her new job, Isabella finally moved into her own apartment. It wasn't much—a cramped one-bedroom in a building that had seen better decades, with radiators that clanked at odd hours and a refrigerator that hummed like it was trying to communicate. But it was hers. Hers and Lily's. No more sleeping on Grace's generosity, no more feeling like a burden.

I asked again, pushing harder now. My voice had suspicion in it, sharp and curious. Sophia unlocked the door to their apartment. It was a two big bedrooms with huge windows from floor to ceiling, looking out over the whole city skyline. Soft plush couches. Kitchen full of shiny new appliances. Even a balcony with plants moving gently in the wind. Straight-up worlds away from that stinking shared cell we used to rot in. “Chill with the questions for now,” Sophia said, tossing her keys on the counter like she didn’t give a fuck.

"Oh come one you two, you're being too dramatic for two persons who hate drama. It's just a boot, and the apartment I rented for you is wide enough that you don't even need to meet each other if you don't want to..." "y-you rented an apartment for us?!" Jun exclaimed "Yes and even a moving company for the two of you. You two have a lot of books so I made sure that there's enough space for that too. there's also a huge table where you can keep your work on the book ongoing. to be honest, it's a high-grade apartment in the middle of the city, it took me a pretty penny to secure it but, I wanted the two of you to be comfortable;e. You're my two favorite writers after all..."

The apartment was a new, modern cage on the 14th floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking, glittering view of the city Sloane had been drowning in just days before. The air smelled of new paint and money. Her footsteps echoed on the polished concrete floors as she explored, a ghost in her own new life.

Whatever you want today, you'll get. "You're the best, Mommy!" Nathan planted a big kiss on her cheek. She was so much better than the housewife at home! - After lunch, it was time to check out the new place. Evelyn still had homework, so Amelia called Claire to come and pick her up, taking her back to the villa. The new apartment was located in a good school district, featuring a two-bedroom unit with approximately 500 square feet of space, conveniently close to the kindergarten, Institute 511, and Nova Nine Technologies. Whether it was dropping off Evelyn or commuting to work, the location was perfect.

The boys had been whispering excitedly to each other about their new home. When the elevator doors opened, Jennifer led us down a quiet hallway to apartment 15C. She unlocked the door and gestured for us to enter. I stepped inside and stopped. The apartment was gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling windows filled the space with natural light. The living room was spacious, decorated in soft grays and whites. A full kitchen with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Hardwood floors that gleamed. "The master bedroom is through there," Jennifer pointed. "The two smaller bedrooms are down that hall. Perfect for the boys."