Novel & Cerita Novel Apartments

Just like every salesperson does. But I couldn't deny it, all the apartments were amazing. And one of them, the "cheapest" among them all, was spacious and had a good view. It had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a balcony with a magnificent view of the city. The building had several floors, and the last one was the one available.

Third Person POV The apartment was tiny. A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two. But it was theirs. No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors. Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened. Freedom.

She drove around to her side of the building and told me that there were actually quite a few other military personnel who lived in this apartment building. Not all though. It wasn’t on base, and it wasn’t one that the military set up for us, usually. But when the normal apartments weren’t available, this was the go-to. “I’m on the top floor. But there is an elevator, so it’s not bad. There are 5 floors, and I think the only apartment available, is also on the top floor, but it is the one of the last apartments on the floor. It might be yours. There is the apartment, at the very end, the open one, and then the one on the other side of. I know 2 guys live in the very last apartment and guys l

As long as I had enough, that was all that mattered. Over the next few days, Julie and I visited several new developments and looked at a few high-end apartments, about 1,290 square feet each. The apartments were fully renovated, with floor-to-ceiling windows and access to a residents' clubhouse. Julie stood on the balcony of one of the model units, staring outside. Her eyes lit up for a moment, but her excitement didn't last for long. "What's up? You don't like this place?" She shook her head. "I do like it."

ELOISE ​The floor-to-ceiling glass windows framed a panoramic, sun-drenched view of Michigan Avenue and the Chicago skyline. ​Our new high-rise apartment was everything Tasha and I had dreamed about back in our cramped dorm room. It was spacious, bright, and modern, featuring two sleek master bedrooms, a shared marble bathroom that looked straight out of a luxury hotel, and an open-concept kitchen and living area with polished hardwood floors. ​By eight in the evening, the heavy moving boxes were stacked neatly away, the furniture was assembled, and the balcony lights flickered against the twilight sky.

He would never know we were here in this apartment building because I oversaw the real estate properties of Earth. This typical apartment was a basic one bedroom. Beautiful granite countertops in the kitchen and large windows overlooking the New York skylight. The square footage was incomparably more petite than our home back in the Celestial Kingdom, but this was all we needed. A place to sleep, hide and confide in each other as we tried to find the lurking evil.

I am still worried about my mother, but I know they wouldn't do anything to her as long as they can use me. Using the phone Norman gave me, I searched for the nearest and cheapest apartment, and found it just a few blocks away from the police station. When I got there, I was guided to a hundred-worth apartment that is the size of a capsule. It has a single bed, small table, small kitchen area and a common restroom for the tentlants to use. It was so narrow that you could reach the kitchen when you stood up from the bed. "Well? Are you going to take it?" The middle-aged woman chewing a gum, impatiently asked me.

Last day of June, year 4022 In a rental apartment, an apartment is a lot to say because it is nothing more than a room of the lowest category, a simple room of 4m on all sides and its bathroom with only a failed toilet, full of excrement already rotting and full of flies and worms; the room looked more like a prison room in a third world country, but one of the poorest places that could exist. A true burrowing rat, on the outskirts, reigns the chaos, discrimination, hunger, death.

He laughed, shaking his head as he waited for a response. I just stared at him blankly. Shaking myself off that memory, I got up, “No, mine are just Meeh! Surely not as cool as yours, anyway!” I could tell that he still wanted to venture more into that topic, but I was just not...ready. “I love this apartment more; it really suits you.” I inspected the French inspired large apartment complex. It was truly breath taking. I kid you not. Noah had truly found a gem, in this busy city filled with old monotonous white looking buildings they called modern.

Recently, rumors about these two had been circulating online, making many media outlets vie for scoops. "This new property developed by the Nichols Group is divided into two sections, A and B. Larger apartments with four to five bedrooms are in A, while smaller ones with one to three bedrooms are in B. Surrounding amenities include large malls, primary and secondary schools, and excellent subway and bus access. The landscaping is designed by top-tier architects, and the interior layouts aim for cozy environments, ensuring every resident feels the warmth of home," Juan said, squeezing Debra's hand. Debra took the hint and gave a radiant smile.