Novel Apartments Phoenix Novels & Stories

They will probably get replaced once Noreen sells her store. Andrei gladly offered to buy the coffee shop. He even swore that he won't change a thing in the place. The employees will continue to enjoy the benefits and the menu will stay the same. The Parks are not the only people planning their future. Cleo and Andrei too. They think that it's best to settle down in Oakwood Province, away from pollution and other toxic energy of Abelia City. They even plan to get married in three to four years, depending on the situation.

What do you call it? A phoenix from the fire?? I hurriedly drove to the address she had given me. It was a newly built estate in San Francisco by the Elias brothers and co, a famous construction company., The Garden City Estate. I had stopped at the front of her apartment which was a beautifully constructed skyscraper like it was an 8 star hotel. I walked into the building as I met a receptionist who directed me where I could see Lucinda's room number. 187. Ding dong… [The doorbell rang again twice]

Fiona paused for a moment: “Can we live here for a while?” “Okay.” Paul Henry nodded: “Thank you, Fiona.” “Uncle Henry, don’t be so polite.” *** When the taxi arrived at K apartment complex, it was two o’clock in the morning. Fiona paid and pushed Paul Henry into the apartment complex. The apartment has one floor, more than one hundred square meters, two main rooms, two bedrooms, and a small yard. That year, Peter Frank planned to buy it for herself. The apartment was well decorated, all household appliances and electrical appliances were very complete, but then he joined the army and did not live anymore.

Abigail's POV Running the key to my new home through my fingers, the cool metal soothing my nerves as I looked up at the 'luxury housing' complex I had just signed myself up for for the next six months of my immortal life. The advert read: 'Centrally located apartments in an up-and-coming area near local amenities. With immediate access to the area's natural beauty spots, this luxury accommodation is unbeatable for its breathtaking views of the surrounding forests. The location places residents among the area's best dining and shopping options, perfect for the modern person.'

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..

Here he was, surrounded by so much opulence, so much beauty, and all he wanted was to be with her in her bed, in that little apartment, in that building without an elevator. Paxton tried to convince her to move but she was so damn stubborn. Before he’d left for Abu Dhabi, Paxton went to the “King’s Wish” to check on her, but she’d made it plain she didn’t like seeing him in person. Rhiannon had answered his questions in unenthusiastic, monosyllabic tones before she’d asked him to leave and never come back. ‘Ever!’ she yelled at him. When Paxton had told Rhiannon his agent had found her a two-bedroom, second-floor apartment in her neighborhood in a building that had an elevator, a safe one, s

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

If looks could kill, I'd be a goner. Five minutes later, I pulled up to the apartment block Grace lives in and I shoot her a quick text message. The apartment building isn't very big, about five floors with two car parking garages underneath. It has a modern look with white paint and grey and tan trim with a glass stairway leading to the top. The balcony of each apartment is wide enough for a small table and two chairs.

"Thank you for coming to see me off. I mean it." She ended the message and flagged down a taxi. The apartment building was in a part of the city called Halcyon Terrace, which sounded like something out of a property brochure and turned out to be accurate. The streets were clean. The buildings were the kind that had actual lobbies with actual lighting, not a single buzzing fluorescent in sight. Trees lined the pavement in neat rows. The rent in this area would have eaten her salary whole and spat out the bones. She knew that without having to look it up.

Both Aléjandro and I considered that a win. We were into the month of July when one night as Aléjandro came to bed with his dark mane freshly washed and still damp, he announced, “We bought an apartment building today.” I laid my book down on the bedside stand. “Why?” He sported a smug expression as he climbed under the blankets wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. “It has twenty units.” “Where is it?” I thought I’d try with a different question. “Mission Valley.” “Not far from Wanderland?”