Novel Apartments Novels & Stories

Finally, a place to call my own. I opened my group chat and typed a message. Me: Ladies, big news—I just bought my own apartment! It didn’t take long for the responses to flood in. Ariana: WHAT?! You bought a place? Tell us everything! Lilac: Yes, details, please! Pics or it didn’t happen. I laughed, already imagining their excited squeals. Me: It’s a two-bedroom condo in South Lake Union. I move in next week, hopefully. No more hotels for me!

I got up. The apartment was small but it was ours in a way that the Wolfe Mansion had never been mine despite its cathedral ceilings and its curated wardrobes and its studio with three glass walls overlooking manicured gardens. This apartment had two bedrooms and a kitchen that required sideways navigation and a bathroom where the hot water took four minutes to arrive and a living room that was currently seventy percent fabric samples and thirty percent Noah. Noah was everywhere in this apartment.

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.

“Okay well, you better get busy or tell me what you want so I can get it over there right now. I figured we can start with the bed and get your things from the apartment over there then we can redecorate and do whatever you want. The place is yours to do as you please Kate please know that. I am not obviously into much as you’ve seen from my apartment in college and my “storage room.” I laughed a great deal but also was excited at the same time too. It was hard not to fall in love with such a beautiful place and I had to admit it was perfect for us. Still, I couldn’t believe 16 million was what we were talking about! Plus I hadn’t dared to ask how much the two apartments down below us would

At that time, she only needed to drive seven to eight minutes from Noah's place, but now she needed to drive almost twenty minutes before reaching her new place from work. The new apartment she rented also couldn't be compared to Noah's place. It was the micro-unit apartment building that nestled among high-rises in Brooklyn, and that was the reason why the rent was cheap. However, even if it was small, that place did not feel cramped because special considerations were made to ensure that more than enough light and air reach each micro-apartment. In each unit, the ceilings were nearly ten feet, and her unit even featured a Juliet balcony. For Jessica, that place was her perfect sanctuary. S

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 is where they hide their money and guns. I can't stop my curiosity one more time and I lift the lid, but there are no guns or money here. There's just a pile of big paper sheets. I'm about to close it again when I realize that the type of sheet is the same as where my alpha left me that letter and I think: what if they are more letters for me? But when I pick them up I realize they are not. { Laurent } My new apartment is great. It's in downtown Tallahide and it's spacious, has two bedrooms in case someone from my family wants to come visit and is fully furnished, but even with this great new place, I could hardly sleep last night.

Evelyn "Is this your idea of an office?" I looked at him in utter disbelief, "This is literally better than your house." Yeah, I meant every word. Jacob's apartment was impressive—no denying that. But this, this was majestic. A colossal thirty-five-story building, meticulously adorned from every nook to the carpets and even the vases.

He wanted to convince himself that she would run for the hills when she learned the truth. So it was no surprise to Sid when he found himself outside of Emma and Charlotte's apartment door. It always amazed him how different the apartments were to the Ark. It was like stepping into a typical New York apartment building with wooden doors and off white wallpaper on the walls. There was something uncomfortably generic and nondescript about the squat box shaped buildings as if they had been mass produced and assembled like IKEA furniture. He briefly wondered if Emma liked living here though and if she would be happy to move to the Ark where there was more space and better security.

But what I didn’t expect was this. The second Mercer opens the apartment door and steps aside for me to walk in first, my brain genuinely stalls for a moment trying to process the sheer absurdity of the space around me. Holy shit! Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch across the massive apartment revealing Chicago glittering beneath the night skyline, every building glowing gold and silver against the darkness outside. His apartment is on the top floor of a huge fancy building, I mean the place is really enormous but unlike Bryan’s penthouse which screams intimidating billionaire energy..