Novel Apartments Novels & Stories

Francesca chuckled at her startled face. "I was just going over these documents," Joan said putting down the Hargreaves financial statement, for the first time since moving in with Francesca, she began taking stock of her aunt cum friend's apartment. Francesca lived in what Joan would simply call modern luxury, she lived in an apartment complex called 'The Coop' right at the center of the NoHo neighborhood of Manhattan, the apartment complex was an assortment of modern facilities and spacious luxury apartments, and Francesca's apartment was breathtaking, a two-bedroom, two baths luxury.

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

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.

They came for the charm, I guessed. Two weeks later, I was still here. I was working at The Novel Grind, a bookshop that also sold coffee. Even better, I got the small apartment upstairs. My new boss used it for storage for years, so it was a mess of boxes. Still, it was mine. I loved it.

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.

I was damn glad to be out of the truck and getting away from Noah when we arrived at the new apartment building. The place was brand new, massive and luxurious, fifty stories high, a hot spot for the uber-wealthy, and we were damn lucky to have claimed one of the five hundred units. It took us all afternoon and into the evening to move our belongings from the underground parking lot up to our unit on the thirty-fifth floor of the building. By then, every one of us was exhausted, and we still hadn’t gotten anything unpacked, with boxes everywhere in the open-plan living area, across the hallway, and upstairs where most of our bedrooms were.

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.

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.

We'll need a security manager and a marketing manager too, you know. The drive to the new apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they navigated the streets, each of them was lost in their thoughts, contemplating the significant changes that were about to take place in their lives. Upon arriving at the apartment, Peyton helped Carver out of the SUV. The apartment building loomed large and modern, its architecture sleek and imposing. Carver looked up at it, a sense of hope mingling with his apprehension. The apartment itself was spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a stunning view of Central Park. The reading nook that Ava had fallen in love with was

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.