Novel Apartment Novels & Stories

she said, as if to leave. But just as she reached the door, Daniel called her back. "Maisie, I have an empty apartment." She was momentarily stunned. He offered her a warm smile. "You could move in. I... I can cut you a deal on the rent. What do you think?" - The apartment was situated in the city center within a top-tier luxury complex. It was a spacious 200-square-meter flat with a south-facing orientation and ample natural light streaming in through full-length windows. It offered a panoramic view of the bustling neighborhood below, especially enchanting in the evenings.

I could think of other more enjoyable things we could be doing other than this, but when Daemon gives an order, that is what we do. It only took twenty minutes to get to the apartment block. Ironically, it was one that Daemon's property development company owned. The five-storey building was relatively new, built about five years ago. Each of the units consisted of two double bedrooms. On the ground floor were some little shops, including a small cafe. "Shall we get a coffee before we start?" Adam asked. A new building meant lifts. At least we wouldn't have to climb up and down stairs. We went up to the first floor and knocked on apartment 13. A female opened the door.

I needed space where his face wasn't plastered on every monitor. I retreated to my new apartment, a sleek, well furnished apartment on the twenty second floor that I had just rented. It was modern and minimalist, filled with polished marble and floor to ceiling glass that looked out over a city that didn't know my secrets. Most importantly, I lived there alone. It was a space designed for a woman who was self sufficient, a place with no ghosts and no memories of shared morning coffees or late night promises.

She turned on her heel and walked away. Mrs. Nicole didn’t stop her. I watched her disappear into the night, feeling like I had just made a choice I couldn’t take back. Mrs. Nicole finally turned to me. “Come on,” she said softly. And just like that, my life changed. The Apartment The apartment wasn’t big, but it was more than I had in years. A tiny studio space with a kitchenette, a worn-out couch, and a bed pushed against the wall. It smelled like lavender and something sweet, like fresh bread.

Alex: “[The Elysian Residences] — 3-bedroom apartment available for rent. Fully furnished with appliances. Close to subway. Move-in ready. Price negotiable.” The caption was followed by nine stunning images of a sleek, modern apartment, perfectly staged with elegant furniture and tasteful decor. The aesthetic was minimalist yet chic—clean lines, muted colors, and large windows that allowed plenty of natural light. Emily stared at the pictures, the luxurious interiors stirring a sense of longing in her chest.

There were only four units per floor, it showed how large each unit was. "This was my apartment, where we will live together," said Skandar after inviting Charisa to enter. Charisa, she stood in the middle of the apartment’s living room. The girl's round eyes surveyed a room that looked twice as large as her former house’s living room. Was this really called apartment? Was the apartment located in the tall building? Charisa asked herself. "You have had wonder-stricken enough, you should take a bath and change your dress. I'll be waiting for you here." Skandar immediately led his wife into their bed room, and closed the door from the outside.

It reminds me of when we were kids, before everything got complicated. "Come on," she says. "One more viewing. The listing said there's a dishwasher." "All the dishwashers in this neighborhood are named Miguel." "Shut up." I follow her out of the apartment. Jax The fourth apartment is worse. It's in a building that smells like cabbage and despair. The elevator is broken. The walls are thin enough that I can hear someone arguing in the next unit. And the bedroom is barely big enough for a twin bed. Jess loves it.

And, of course, he secretly transferred money into my account despite my protests. Now, I stand in front of the old apartment building, its paint slightly faded with age. I take a deep breath, pressing a hand to my chest to steady my racing heart. “Welcome to your new life, Freya. Don’t disappoint Alaric.” *** My apartment is on the second floor. No elevator, just creaky wooden stairs that groan under my every step. As I open the door, I’m greeted by a small space—just a single bed, a tiny kitchen, and a window overlooking the ocean.

Halle’s apartment was only two years old, she was one of the first tenants to move in, the building called to her like a siren when she had gone house hunting, the apartment was bigger than the last one she left, it had more than enough space to contain everything she owned and even more. It had a living room and a bedroom separate, a big kitchen that could survive her working on her cooking skills, and despite it being way above her budget, she paid for it as a treat for herself…Greta began to visit more often after that, well that was until Simon came into their lives.

“This can’t be true. Isn’t Charlene a poor student? How could she afford it?” “That’s right. This apartment must belong to Jacob. He drives an expensive car, and he dresses in luxury brands. Jacob, hurry up and explain!” Jacob pursed his lips as sweat covered his forehead. Meanwhile, Prissy nudged him anxiously. “Jacob! It’s clearly written on the document that you gave me the apartment. Why is he saying that it belongs to Charlene?! Tell me now!” I sneered at Prissy as she stomped her foot, and I slowly said, “Obviously, that deed is fake!”