Novel Apartments Novels & Stories

Bella Pov I stood in front of a small apartment building. The building was old and the paint was peeling. It was nothing like the luxury penthouse I used to live in. But it was mine. And it was far away from Damian and everything that reminded me of him. I unlocked the door and walked into my new apartment. It was tiny. Just one bedroom and a small kitJake and a bathroom. The floors were scratched. The walls were yellow from age. But the rent was cheap and that was all that mattered now.

"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..."

I didn’t expect I’d be able to settle everything instantly that very morning. Maggie; Lydia’s niece, helped me with the apartment and I must say the place passed my taste. I wasn’t really looking for anything grand, just as long as I could have a roof on my head before the night comes, I’d gladly take it. However, the place looked really nice and neat. It’s a single bedroom apartment painted in beige and white. And Lydia’s right! It’s very cheap. Not to mention, it’s close to the city so it’ll be very convenient for my work.

Madam Marilyn, who was aside, pulled Marianne aside and explained the concept to Marianne before she understood that this concept originated in Hong Kong. However, more than two hundred and fifty square meters was already big enough for a girl like her. It might even be a little too big. So, she asked the sales executive “Is there only this type of apartment at the riverfront? Are there any smaller ones?” The sales executive said truthfully, “This is the only type of apartment in the master building. There is one elevator for each household, and you will be able to enter your household directly after coming out of the elevator. If you don’t mind the view, you can take a look at the building

This was a habit of his—to find something extracurricular whenever he was going through matters of the heart. The apartment was a modest two-bedroom located in a lively neighborhood, full of energy and color. The streets were lined with small shops, cafes, and bustling markets. Neighbors chatted on street corners, children played until dusk, and the scent of fresh coffee and baked goods mingled in the air. The apartment itself was on the third floor, with large windows that allowed the sunlight to pour in, highlighting every corner of the space.

Natalia's POV In less than a week, I found an apartment. It was a modest two-bedroom on the sixth floor of a quiet building just outside the city center. It was modern with a lot of natural light and bare walls that I could do anything on. It was the kind of place that felt new— not tainted by memories or past shadows. The perfect place for me to make my base and forge on with my plans. So as soon as all the legal formalities were done, I moved in that evening.

No Contini men dressed in black at every entrance. My apartment was in a quiet neighbourhood nearly twenty minutes from the office where I would begin working the following week. I had chosen it from photographs sent by the rental agency: small, furnished, and affordable enough that I wouldn’t need Uncle Angelo’s help. When the taxi stopped outside, I looked up at the building. It wasn’t luxurious. The brick exterior had darkened with rain, and one of the lights above the entrance flickered. The Contini estate probably had storage rooms larger than the apartment waiting for me upstairs.

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

Walking onto the floor she looked to the left where her family’s house was located, before walking towards the right where another house was open. “Miss Wright, I was waiting for you. Come here, this is the apartment I was talking about.” A woman in her early thirties came out of one of the four apartments and urged her inside in a jovial tone. Emma nodded with a gentle smile, as she followed the broker inside. The apartment was moderately sized, with a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, and bathrooms, along with a balcony facing the lush greenery behind the complex. Even though the apartment complex was more than a decade old, the furnishing and utilities in the apartment were in well-kept

a woman in her late twenties asked, she was holding a file in her hand. I nodded, “this way,” she said pointing to the old complex building. I followed quietly knowing I was not going to take any apartment in this building, the apartment complex was very old. On our way in she told me that her name was Frida, when we entered the first apartment, it was way tiny than the apartment I currently stayed in and it looked very crusty. “The apartment is small but it has good lighting.” “Good lighting.” I replied. “Its like nice but this is not what I am looking for right now, I thought I mentioned on the form I filled that I wanted a new space?”