Novel Apartments Charlotte Novels & Stories

she asks quietly. A pause. ⸻ Long enough. ⸻ “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he mutters. ⸻ Charlotte closes the laptop. ⸻ Not because she’s done watching. But because she doesn’t need more. ⸻ They’re breaking. ⸻ Exactly as planned. ⸻ The next morning, Charlotte stands outside a glass building in the heart of the city. Tall. Sharp. Commanding. ⸻ She steps inside.

“I can spare a few hours.” We piled into Charlotte’s car, Celeste bundled in the back like a secret treasure. The day felt surreal, like we were in a movie none of us had agreed to star in. We toured three different apartments, all with coded entries, internal elevators, and secure underground parking. Celeste liked the second one best. A one-bedroom with tall windows and thick curtains, a little balcony that overlooked a courtyard of roses. We were about to sign the papers for a hold when everything shattered. We had parked outside the last unit—a smaller, charming place near the river. The real estate agent had gone ahead, and we were lingering near the car when he appeared.

“We were both so shocked that neither one of us did anything. She continued on with her pitch and I just sat back and watched. Afterwards, I obviously went with her design and had her come back to my pack with me to gage her. Even then, I could tell she was hiding something. She asked for me to just reject her the moment we were alone.” “She did not!” Ky was like a child listening to a bedtime story. “She did. It didn’t sit well with me for a few reasons so I kept her close to figure out what exactly she was hiding. Her best friend and roommate was Nova. The day I found her, their apartment got broken into. Nova’s ex-boyfriend, or who we were told it was, found them and destroyed it all. Cha

“Charlotte, there's a call on line two for you. Fiona said over the intercom. Finally, after two weeks, Charlotte had managed to move the warehouse in Brooklyn to a rented floor in a building. It wasn't one of the most imposing skyscrapers in the city, but it was on Fifth Avenue, and it sure as hell had a lot more space for herself and her people.

“You’re in luck. There’s one for $750. It’s old, but the landlord said it’s clean and functional.” “Where is it?” “About fifteen minutes from campus.” That didn’t sound too bad. “Should we go check it out?” Charlotte was already grabbing her bag. “Duh.” The apartment building was… old. Not in a falling-apart way, but in a ‘this place has been here since forever’ way. The cream walls were slightly faded, the elevator creaked ominously, and the hallway smelled like someone had tried to burn down the place while attempting to cook.

My research on Charlotte’s background was quite extensive. Charlotte is quiet for a moment, then she nods. “Nobody would let a fifteen-year-old rent an apartment. I met him in a grocery store, around the block, actually. I was working there. My second job. I didn’t have a place to sleep that night, and he saw me talking to this guy who was telling me he had an extra room.” Her lips curve at the memory. “Edgar drove him off and scolded me. Anyway, he told me to come stay at his apartment. He had a bad leg, so all I had to do was clean up, do his grocery shopping, small things like that. He gave me my own room. He also tutored me in my classes when I needed help. I couldn’t cook, either, and h

The lambs were well-designed, and the club was stylish. Charlotte was surprised that Adam still had money to spend at a place like this, even after losing all his shares. She must admit that she underestimated him. Once Charlotte opened the door of the private room, Adam was casually sitting inside. “You’re finally here, Charlotte. Its not easy to meet with you alone!” “What’s make you say that? You are free to come and go to Wilson Group construction site, remember? Besides, I heard you’re presently living in my Dad’s house.” Charlotte retorted, not bothering to be polite with him.

I got down from the car. The house was an old nineties structure with state of the art tech I had installed years after the house was built. I liked how quaint it looked. It was a hassle to maintain, but it was nothing money couldn't solve. Andi was rich enough to handle it. I heard Charlotte and Jenn close their doors. “I'm missing something here, aren't I?" Jenn said. “The house is called Another Town, Jenn". Charlotte replied. I turned to look at a surprised Jenn. “Talk less, think more. Priceless advice". Her surprise morphed into shock, her mouth dropping open. I winked at her and walked towards the entrance.

“Or maybe you can stay with me. I’m looking for a roommate—Angela’s leaving for Nigeria soon, so I can’t stay in the house all alone. Just until you find your own footing.” The kindness hit me like a warm gust. I stared at her for a moment, unsure how to respond. But something in me flinched at the idea of leaving Leo’s space… even though it was never really mine to begin with. Wait—am I getting attached to him? “Charlotte, what’s wrong?” Olive’s voice cut into my thoughts. I swallowed tightly. “I appreciate the generous offer. Can I think about it?” Olive nodded easily, as if sensing my hesitation.

JUSTIN’S P.O.V. Charlotte’s apartment looked different at night, and I wrinkled my nose at just how cheap it looked. I knew it was only temporary until she realized how ridiculous she was acting, but just sitting in the parking lot made my skin start to itch. My wife didn't need to be living in this roach-infested hellhole. I had custom-built our home to be exactly what she deserved. Now her stubborn attitude had reduced her to this filth, and she deserved it. She deserved to be punished for what she did.