Novel West Nashville Apartments Novels & Stories

“Selma, I'd like to see apartment 3oo6.” “Luna, that one is taken.” She said, going on her computer and fingers clacking the keyboard. “We do have apartment 14o8 that is available.” She flicked her gaze to Eddison, looking him over and then back at me. “Privacy is assured for you and your gentleman friend.” I snorted at the innuendo. “My interest is in 3oo6. Please hand me the keys.”

His tan skin was accented against the swirling black tattoos that coated his body running down his arms, over his back, and up the side of his neck. His long dark hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of his head, and his eyes seemed to concentrate on the coffee machine in front of him as if he was confused about how to work it. It wasn’t until I got a side glimpse of his face that my heart finally dropped into my stomach. “No fucking way…” It was Nash, and from his appearance, he seemed more at home than he should have. *** Nash “No fucking way…” The soft sound of her voice made the corners of my lips twitch up in amusement. I had given her two weeks to get adjusted to the apartment befo

"This apartment received me when I needed it and I am grateful for every single thing it held." He was quiet for a moment. "Ready?" he said. "Yes," I said. We went downstairs. The moving van was gone. The building superintendent had the key. The apartment on West Eleventh was someone else's now, which was correct, which was the way it was supposed to be. Julian had a car waiting. We drove to Washington. I watched New York fall away through the window with the specific attentiveness of someone paying a form of respect. The bridges. The highway. The city became first its outer boroughs and then the surrounding state and then the beginning of the distance between what had been and what was comi

"These are the three neighborhoods I think make the most sense. Pacific Heights has good schools and it's close to Apex's office. Nob Hill is more central but has smaller apartments. Russian Hill is a compromise." She scrolled through the apartment listings I'd bookmarked. "These are beautiful." "We can fly out next weekend to look at places. Get you set up before your June start." I showed her my calendar. "I blocked the whole weekend. We'll tour apartments, check out the neighborhoods, maybe look at the office spaces I'm considering." "Zayn, this is incredible." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you did all this in one day."

"Are you sure your uncle would agree? After all, he doesn't know me, and I'm just your friend." "Oh, Kayla, in my heart, you're definitely not just 'a friend'," Nathan's voice came through the phone, accompanied by a light chuckle. Just as I was unsure how to respond, Nathan continued, "Alright, it's settled then. It's probably late in your city, so rest well and goodnight." "Uh, goodnight," I hung up the phone in a daze. Nathan acted swiftly. In just two or three days, I signed the contract and moved out of the hotel with Daisy. The house Nathan introduced was located in the Westminster district, a renowned affluent area of the city.

245 West 163rd Street, Apt 4B New York, NY 10032. For a woman who loves to go after the rich and mighty she lives in the middle-class side of the city, how fun, guess she knows how to cover her tracks better than I thought. Well Sienna, time to pay you a little visit, you don’t get to go silent on me and not expect a reaction.

She asked playing with the straw of her smoothie, "Oh, come on! It's been a week since you moved here. You are settled already aren't you?" I moved my head once to give her a response. Nicholas got me a fully furnished apartment and that includes all the furniture and appliances. The only things that I came here to this new town are my career and myself. Nika lives next to my apartment. She is a real sweetheart and a personified sunshine, nosy but nice. I don't usually like the company of nosy people but the two of us click well and now we are best of friends even though we only know each other in less than a week.

Nash followed without hesitation. When they reached her floor, Nash reminded her, "Aren't you going in?" Nina pursed her lips, then entered the elevator again. Nash followed suit. "You've been living here for so long, and I haven't seen it. It wouldn't hurt to take a look," Nash said to her. Nina did not reply, silently hoping he would just take a quick look and leave. Her apartment was on the eighth floor, not too high. The elevator arrived shortly. It was a studio apartment, not very big, but very clean. It was newly opened, and all the furniture inside was brand new.

From my perspective the apartment was my guarantee of next year's housing. Although I hadn't seen Nox's apartment on West 77th, I was certain my little one-bedroom couldn't compare to it or to Patrick and to Cy's on the Upper East Side. Nevertheless, I liked it. With its wood floors, white walls, and a galley kitchen, it wasn't pretentious. It was cozy. From its large old windows, I couldn't see the park. Instead, they looked out onto a tree-lined street, and just down the block was Tom's Restaurant on the corner. I planned to tell Nox—eventually.

It was already eight at night but I suppose it's a good time to get started on the network configurations. *** A week passed by in a flash and I settled into the routine of multitasking. While training with Nash at night hasn't been on my list of things to do, I've already visited him twice this week. Apparently, the route I mentioned was still under investigation. Slowly but surely the credits in my account were running low despite my part-time job as an information broker. Accommodation in the Inner City were pricier than I had expected. With much difficulty and some string pulling, I secured myself a two-year lease with a small apartment in Area Thirty, the poorest part in the Inner City.